Why aren't koalas actual bears? Because they don't meet the...

Doing it to a shirt Doing it to hair Flattening a skirt It's more than hot air

I rise by the fire, but shrink when I'm spent, Add th to my name and I'm a wide measurement.

In the land of zest and tang, where green wears its brightest hue, a citrus sprite dances on your tongue, making the sour feel brand new.

Soft breath, secrets told, Fleeting sound, then it's gone, Silence is its tomb.