I craft great locks and shape their keys, repair them when they fail with ease. And if you’re stranded on the wrong side, I’m the one you hope will arrive.

What do you call a whole bunch of vanillas?

In the garden, I'm a knight cloaked in royal hues, with a soft heart and versatile nature, loved in kitchens worldwide, yet I'm not a king's fruit.

Buoyant beauty born from breath, drifting through the breeze, a gentle giant in enchanted air, floating freely like a fanciful feather.

Young and sweet, only seventeen You’re a dancing what?