The first word is mixed, jumbled- like a liddle’s letters before it’s solved. The last is a word tied to all mammal birth- though not all are external, some arrive monthly, depending on the animal. Together, we’re a breakfast staple, and go with most things- I prefer mine mixed with meat, as it makes for easy eating.

Hanging helper in the hallway, handy hanger holding hats, a humble helper hiding in plain sight.

Hybrid creation, Two forms combined, A potent mutation, From a Swedish chef's mind?

I wear no shoes, I need no road, I bob instead of carry loads. I sip the sea, I hum and float, I love to brag and gently gloat. From dock to dock, I cheer and boast, I taxi fish and people most.

I visit you nightly without a sound, Build worlds where logic can’t be found. I vanish at dawn, though I feel so real, What am I, that you see but cannot feel?