I’m a part of you. Hard to pick off but not impossible. I’m small and skinny. What am I?

I start at the edge, small and humble, yet dreams of royalty dance in my mind. Step by step, I march forward, with the power to transform by journey's end if I can survive the fray.

I’m easy. I’m always at the beach. I make July - or January - bearable.

Quite the dilemma, when you have to choose between me and a hard place. On a lighter note: stick googly eyes on me, and I'm a pet that barely takes space.

I move so slow I’m come in seventh In a seven list row of sin