Ain’t nobody cool as me unless they’re known for being level headed. Long and green, crunchy and delicious. Sweet or sour, sometimes that bite can be vicious.

Airline. Change. River. Slope. Triangle. Discriminant. Particle. Is it just me, or am I starting to sound Greek?

I am small and faint Hungry and about to die And yet I am still alive With a hope so quaint Quench my hunger, not my thirst And lo! With zeal I shall burst

I speak when struck, not when I breathe, A hollow heart with stretched-on skin. I keep the march, I call the dance, A thunder born beneath your hands. No mouth I have, yet beats are heard Name me by sound, not voice nor word.

If you talk about the weather, you talk about me. But... Yawn. Can't we talk about something bigger?