The ocular result of onions cut, Or a can with a spout, When down, I'm diluting somewhat, At a hole, you can order a stout.

I'm typically quite welcoming, I don't understand why everyone walks all over me...

Arr, matey! Up above where the seagulls ne'er fly, a grandy ship's top be this hidden sky. Keeps the rain at bay, but not the dreams of a sailor's eye.

Not sure why they thought this formed the moon, Unless it can’t digest, and the tides coming soon.

I'm round with nothing inside I come in gold or plain you start your mornings with me and I'm better with a spread