My flesh is snow, my skin is earth,
the winds watched on at my birth
My coat is hide, my clothes are string,
undress me to get the taste I bring
My house is high, my roof green sky,
to reach me you must climb or fly
when my coat is brown I shall fall,
but when it's green I taste best of all
What am I? Hint: Thing
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Maki the monkey poet
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another fairytale
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