When life gives you lemons, lemonade is the easy answer. Without sugar and water, all you have is lemon juice. If you choose to take the time to grate the outer rind, you may get to taste this lively feeling, rhyming with jest.

I’m a giant snake under the jungle sun, Slithering around looking for some fun. I’m ready to dance, I’m ready to run, But I’m a little picky before the party’s begun. I don’t want none unless you got buns, hun.

I wear my ........ at night so I can: Watch you weave then breathe your story lines Keep track of the visions in my eyes Forget my name while you collect your claim See the light that's right before my eyes

I started out bald, no movement could I make Then with legs, I learned to fly, still hampered by a gate A giant keeps my cousin for their golden budget, But the little ones still enjoy my golden nuggets.

I'm what clothes are made of, at least by one account. Space and time are another instance, of what I'm all about. A tear in me could ruin your day, from wardrobe malfunction to universal destruction.