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I am small but can carry objects many times my weight. I live in organized colonies. What am I?
In all the world, none can compare, to this tiny weaver, his deadly cloth so silky and fair.
For our ambrosia we were blessed, By Jupiter, with a sting of death. Though our might, to some is jest, We have quelled the dragon's breath. Who are we?
In the fields a frightful thing. Watch it and you will find, it has a pitchfork in the front, and a broom back behind.
They can swim but they’re not fish, they are slow but they are not turtles, they live and hang from tree but they’re not monkeys. What are they?
I flow from the Homer’s mouth when he sees doughnuts.