I make it easy to squirt in all the right places, but I am not made of flesh. You might see me in the backyard or garden .

You tap, I glow as a tiny sun, I hold your secrets and shame. You say you’ll quit me: sure, that’s fun Then you use me just the same.

I sip every drop though I have no thirst, I’m busiest last when the shower ends first. I wear a metal crown and live in the floor, I also swallow storms, crumbs, and secrets by the score.

I must say, I'm unrefined, Turn me around and it's conflict you'll find. Short, crude, with an attitude: I cease to exist when baked or stewed.

When it comes from Dad it's usually bad. If you have blonde hair, getting them is not rare. You may hear someone at your door right before you get more.