I became atheist, yet I'm always in dreams Flickering inside a trap of soft and hard But I suppose I could also be a girl if I start from zero But again, I guess I'm all three

That which leads to spillways, half a strike's score, away from alleyways, otherwise Penniwise.

I drip from the sky with a pitter-pat song, I help flowers grow and grass nice and long.

What two things can you never eat for breakfast?

So many types of me to choose from, you may get choice paralysis. Whichever you pick our smell is quite gruesome, and good luck pooping without butt dialysis.