I’m something you ask for before you enter, A polite little something so no one’s offended. You wait for a yes before carrying on.. But I’m orange, I’m sweet, and I grow on a farm. What am I?

In summer's sway, with a rind so thick, inside lies the sun's juicy trick. Green or yellow, sweet and round, a picnic's joy can be found.

a cozy warm worm helps me fend off the winter coil around me

I’m loudest when you stop speaking, break me once and I’m gone.

If you add a pea To a six legged being, You get me, An act of Examining