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My first is snapping, snarling, growling, My second's industrious, romping, and prowling. Higgledy piggledy Here we lie, picked and plucked, and put in a pie.
You’ll find me in a soup, in a burger, in a pizza, I am green when raw and red when ripened and ready to become a condiment.
Strip the skin under my skin, and my flesh you'll reveal. It tastes sweet and tart, now throw out the peel. What is it?
We are a round stone fruit with juicy yellow flesh and downy pinkish-yellow skin that is often sweet or tart in taste. What are we?
What can be grown without sun or soil and can either provide nourishment or deliver poison?
I stand in one place yet fill the whole room. I can be filled with molten rock and come in every hue. What am I?