Answer:
What is sacred, holy, female, and noisy?
What wears a coat in the winter and pants in the summer?
Even if my life is taken eight still remain.
Black and scary, small and hairy. In the night you hear it preach, Through its noisy high pitched screech.
It is a cat but not a kitty, You'll never catch on in a city. Its fangs are huge and so its claws, A death machine with paws and jaws. In its own way a royal fellow, Striped with black and clothed in yellow
What is it that no man ever yet did see, which never was, but always is to be?