It’s catchy. Catches fish. Catches your attention in a good song. Catches Peter Pan, but always foils his plan.

I look like a tiny forest, and am mostly hated by those I nourish.

I’m the center of attention when you aim I’m falsely accused to take the blame I give structure and support if you can guess my name.

I’m your favorite pastime of x and o. But then I went and lost my favorite toe. Good breath guises an innocent treat. Baby’s rattle, I can’t be beat.

I bloom with love yet carry a thorn, In gardens and poems I’m often worn. My name is past tense, yet still I grow What fragrant riddle? You surely know.