Although a human shape I wear, Mother I never had; And though no sense nor life I share, in finest silks I'm clad. By every miss I'm valued much, beloved and highly prized; still my cruel fate is such by boys I am often despised.
Never swallowed but certainly chewed, tossed in the mouth but it is not food. What is it?
Kids love this bouncy, sugary, treat. It's like colorful rubber that you can eat.
If it has a quart capacity, how many pennies can you put into a empty piggy bank?
Lifeless eyes on my smiling face and watch your child's sleeping place. In their dreams they hold me tight. Who am I?
One time every year, there is a very special day. Little have the same, everyone party a different way.