Answer:
It is the great nemesis of the lactose intolerant.
At first I am a yellow weed in the lawn, and then the wind blows, and my white feathers are gone. What am I?
Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground It holds pale gems of blue.
I am a precious little thing, dancing and eating all the time. Watch me from a distance, so you can feel my warm and gentle love. But don't come to close or my next meal you could be!
What language does a billboard speak?