When the tune of traffic meets the sweet embrace of berries, I find myself stuck between the rock of rush and the preserve of leisure.

You will find them in any store, Though a choir will have many more. Do this before you cast a line, Or else the ranger will hand you a fine. The answer did itself to itself, When found in the the book on every linguist's shelf.

The merchant with his unjust scales, the man that speaks with forked tongue, they steal my name and then there's me; the pest controlling decent one!

I'm wore above the the eyes using it to protect your eyes.

First part is like a swamp, but grasses and reeds over trees. Second is uniquely tied to the whole; back in the day, it meant soft. When together, I’m generally soft and squishy, large or small, and friends with hot cocoa.