I can be broken without a touch, kept without a hand. Speak my name aloud and I am not what I am.

Hated by most babies, beloved by the old. I bet that you need more of me, children must be told. I bring you visions and healing, recover your body just right. Some like a bit of me in the afternoons, most love a lot at night.

Every day you look at me, I change a bit, but you don't see. If my home is ever broken, it's said ill fortune may be your token.

I have legs but cannot walk, I have pockets but no pants, and everyone loves to hit my balls.

Yellow, red, or black, In your mouth I leave no slack. One hard core I sometimes share, But juicy flavor always lingers there.