Traditionally done up as Bunny Ears. We’re never really replaced by Velcro

You see me float, atop the foam, not sink, as you think I should. What am I?

I have a beam but am not a structure; The equilibrium of all things to prevent rupture; Losing me could lead to fall; But no trees or leaves make me up at all.

Three moles are tunneling single-file underneath a bakery. The first mole, the one in front, says I SMELL SUGAR. The second mole, the one in the middle, says WELL, I SMELL CIMMAMON. The third mole, the one at the rear, says THAT'S FUNNY, ALL I SMELL IS...

First three is a store, but not one of play. Complete: of your eye, or fell from a sway. A doctor repellent. Poison, Snowy’s dismay. ‘Round, thanks to a man, spread my hosts on his way.