16 January 2013
I hibernate all winter,
But I don't give you splinters.
Everyone loves me,
I'm sure you'll agree.
I come in every color,
You can buy me for dollars.
I am born in spring,
Creatures love me, and things.
Some beings detest my stench,
Other's love my quench.
Some could say I'm shy...
So now, what am I?
What am I...? • Opuss № I