I have no feet, but I lead you on, Through woods or streets, I carry you along. Follow me and you’ll know where to go. What am I?

I’m a little slice of sunshine green, With a tangy twist hiding beneath. I wear a crumbly golden floor, And a creamy cloud is what I’m for. Sweet meets sour in every bite, A tiny taste of tropical delight! What am I?

I have four legs I give you rest But cannot walk For the weary, best On their last dregs

I curl like a golden moon, With flaky layers tucked in tune. Born for breakfast, light and sweet, With buttery folds from top to feet. Peel my layers, one by one, A crescent treat for everyone! What am I?

I’m filled with air, but I’m not a tire, I float up high, but I’m not a bird. Give me a string and watch me dance, Pop me and I’m gone in a burst.