Answer:
A precious fluid, thicker than water.
Grows from the ground, bushes and grass, leaves of yellow, red and brow, unruly plants, get the axe, trim the hedge back down.
My prefix is food. My suffix is rude. My infix comes in rounds. I keep you off the ground. What Am I?
To cross the water I'm the way, for water I'm above. I touch it not and, truth to say, I neither swim nor move.
Who spends the day at the window, goes to the table for meals. And hides at night?
Why was the cook arrested?