Answer:
My head bobs lazily in the sun. You think I'm cute. For my face is yellow my hair is white and my body is green.
My teeth are sharp, my back is straight, to cut things up it is my fate.
Autumn leaves and bad bowlers wreak havoc on this
My first is equality; my second is inferiority; my whole is superiority.
I crawl on the earth. And rise on a pillar.
The warmer I am the fresher I am.