Arr, I’ve but one tiny eye, pale in the light, Yet in the pot I turn soft and white. In fields I stand, in bowls I rest, From East to West, I’m served the best. What am I?

A slender child of the mighty, snapped in the breeze, with whispers of nature's lattice in its veins.

I'm a word that's quite absurd, A mix of silly and profound words With me your spare time is too often spent And some of my number don't always make sense. My meaning's clear, yet hard to say, I'll make you laugh throughout the day.

Arr, one eye's dark sea Covers the horizon's storm, Sailor's hidden gaze.

I start as earth beneath your feet, but mold me once, and a new forms you’ll meet.