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?
What build its house with earthen string and ensnares its prey with a biting sting?
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.
Who spends the day at the window, goes to the table for meals and hides at night?
What has a horn but does not work?
Small edible creature from the sea that is often served at restaurants.