I am tasteless as
paper.
And I feel crunchy as a crunchy
leaf.
I am as shiny in the
sun as light.
I am green as
a lizard.
People like to eat me with
soup and pig.
When they touch me,
I am smooth as a cotton jacket.
I am dry, delicious, and delicate.
When people eat me, my friends
jump out of the garden.
People dig me from the ground.
I am crunchy, crisp, and crumbly.
I am the best because I can be too many colors, like a chameleon.
 
Who am I? I’m parsley!