Answer:
Who is it that rows quickly with four oars but never comes out under his own roof?
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
I'm a red creature from the sea with large claws, or pincers, and I'm often boiled and served as an expensive dish at seafood restaurants.
I am covered in quills for protection. What am I?
What animal always goes to sleep with his shoes on?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?