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The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads on them, And the mouth tastes them. What are they?
What stinks when living and smells good when dead?
I'm a blended cold beverage made up of milk, ice cream and fruit. I bring all the boys to the yard.
A toasty and crunchy cereal would be pointless without this spice.
I add lots of flavor and have many layers, but if you get to close I'll make you cry. What am I?
By Moon or by Sun, I shall be found. Yet I am undone, if there's no light around