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Though it is not an ox, it has horns; Though it is not a donkey, it has packed-saddle; And wherever it goes it leaves silver behind.
We dwell in cottages of straw, and labor much for little gains; sweet food from us our masters draw, and then with death reward our pains.
Though it be cold, I wear no clothes, the frost and snow I never fear; I value neither shoes nor hose, And yet I wander far and near: My diet is forever good, I drink no cider, port, nor sack, what Providence doth send for food, I neither buy, nor sell, nor lack.
Old Grandpa Diddle Daddle jumped in the mud puddle, green cap and yellow shoes. Guess all your loftiness and you can't guess these news.
It can be white or blue or black, Humped or have a horn. And when it talks it sings its menuets, as it's travelling the depths.
With four oars it swims but it is always at home. Its back is like armor, tougher than chrome. What is it?
Black and scary, small and hairy. In the night you hear it preach, Through its noisy high pitched screech.
I come in many colors, some are blue and white. While some people annoy me, I am not much for the fight. I live where people rarely tread, but you will find me close to bed. What am I?
Oh how I love my dancing feet! They stay together - oh so neat. And when I want to walk a line, They all stay together and do double time. I count them up, ten times or more, And race on-off, across the floor.
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?
This only turns over once you have traveled very far. What is it?
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