A pat of me on your toast is a really good start, One of me in your ointment can make your day hard. Put us together and it’s easy to see, A beautiful pollinator, dancing from flower to tree.

Maybe I hold nugs Maybe I hold bugs But after a long day at work I give the best hugs

my cap is no crown, yet i have my own kingdom networks below, its own kind of freedom though i don’t swim, i may still have gills i can change your perception, dance on tongues, or kill

I’m a tiny forest at first glance, green branches packed in a single stance. I’m firm when raw, I soften with heat, and though I look like a tree, I’m something you eat.

I sound fierce, but I barely bite, I wear four windows, kissed by light. I zip and hover, blink and fly, more fairy than a beast, what am I?