Answer:
Soft and fragile is my skin, I get my growth in mud. Iām dangerous as much as pretty, for if not careful, I draw blood.
I can sizzle like bacon, I am made with an egg. I have plenty of backbone, but lack a good leg. I peel layers like onions, but still remain whole. I can be long, like a flagpole, yet fit in a hole.
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
The itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot variety is quite popular.
When the creeper passes, all the grass kneels
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard. Who am I?