In spring, I am gay in handsome array. In summer, more clothing I wear. When colder it grows, I fling off my clothes. In winter, quite naked appear. What am I?
I don’t forget!
I help you carry your books.
I am known for my natural tuxedo and marching
I am so delicate that even mentioning me breaks me. What am I?
Big as a saucepan, deep as a cup, Even a river can't fill it up. What is it