In the morning, I'm poured in a bowl, with milk or yogurt, I make you whole.

I’m small and furry, with a long, thin tail, I often roam in fields and can be quite frail.

I come in bars, or sometimes in a pump, I help you get clean with bubbles and a jump.

I’m worn on legs to keep them warm

I’m served in bowls, hot and steaming, With flavors rich, it's always gleaming.

It's a fruit. It's small and red. You can put it on ice cream, yogurt, or shortcake.

I’m poured or spread to add flavor and zest on pasta, meat, or whatever you like best.

It's in your kitchen drawer. It's made of metal.

I’m green and leafy, crunchy and crisp, In salads and sandwiches, I make quite a twist.

You eat it. It's healthy. You might put dressing on it.

I slither and slide without any legs, with scales so shiny and a tongue that flicks. What am I?

I have four equal sides and angles right. In my corners, 90 degrees come to light. You can see me in a box or a window, what could I be?

I'm found in bathrooms, kitchens too, with taps that run and drains that do. I'm where you wash and clean each day, something, where water finds its way?