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In all the world, none can compare, to this tiny weaver, his deadly cloth so silky and fair.
While I did live, I food did give, which many one did daily eat. Now being dead, you see they tread me under feet about the street.
I have a long thin beak that I use to suck nectar from flowers and my wings beat very fast. What am I?
The strangest creature you'll ever find: Two eyes in front and many many more behind.
It's black and every time it speaks it says its name.
Often cooked as fillet, this meat comes from an animal that swims underwater.