Dip, dip, dip me in the drink
each time you pull me out
I grow instead of shrink
Hold me buy my single hair
else you burn your hand
the soup is hot underneath
too hot for you to stand
I'm soft when warm but
the cool makes me hard
the flower eaters hoard
or a heavy dose of lard
When the day is done
I'll wait for the night
and mimic the sun
What am I?
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Maki the monkey poet
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