I may come in groups of twelve,
From farms or from a store,
The thing that made me,
Made many of me galore!
I could give birth to a creature,
Or be eaten by you,
For breakfast, lunch, or dinner,
Now here's your last clue.
I have walls and floors of white
A disco ball in the middle,
A very round one that's yellow,
And I am very little.
What am I?
