Answer:
First you see me in the grass dressed in yellow gay; next I am in dainty white, then I fly away. What am I?
I am orange and sound like a parrot.
I move without wings, between silken strings. I leave as you find my substance behind. What am I?
I am so delicate that even mentioning me breaks me. What am I?
Though I am only two words I have thousands of letters in me
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?