I wear a green coat, though I’m sweet inside, juicy and round, with seeds to hide. I bask in the sun and grow on the vine, slice me open, and enjoy a taste so fine!

You can size us up with letters Or measure flour for your scone. If I manage all your printers, You're gonna miss me when I'm gone.

Absent my first, receive what's hard-won Absent my second, a tall tale is spun Absent my third, eager ages agone Absent my fourth, a ewe has a son Absent my fifth, age goes up by one Everyone present, pine for prizes unwon

Long and slim, You can drive me in. Long and slim, You can give me a trim. Long and slim, But not quite a pin. Long and slim, We're at the end of a limb.

I show you a figment of the picture's whole. I share the pigment with the purest charcoal. I'll come with you wherever you tred, but I'll never go in your stead.