I fly through the air in a stripy suit, I don’t play a trumpet, drum, or flute.

For six days straight, I toiled away. On the seventh, I took a vacay.

Kingdoms are better off having me wealthy get strangled by me but keep me loose you look like a loon

In the fierce dawn of the breakfast fight, A creamy conqueror reigns white, With a subtle tang of victory's might, Chilled like the northern winds, it takes flight.

With two s's I'm super sweet. With one, I'm just sand.