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I can be moved. I can be rolled. But nothing will I hold. I'm red and I'm blue, and I can be other colors too. Having no head, though similar in shape. I have no eyes Β yet move all over the place.
From tree to tree it jumps and it swings and this furry little fella likes fruits, nuts and seeds. And sometimes people say to βstop βusβ-ing around.
These women make princesses scrub floors and sometimes try to poison them with apples.
I come in winter. I cannot see, hear, or feel. I can't eat, but you can eat parts of me.
Lifeless eyes on my smiling face and watch your child's sleeping place. In their dreams they hold me tight. Who am I?
What goes around and around the wood, but never goes into the wood?