Answer:
Four of us are in your field, But our differences keep us at yield, First, a one that is no fool, Though he resembles a gardenerโs tool, Next, one difficult to split in two, And a girl once had one as big as her shoe, Then, to the mind, oneโs a lovely bonder, And truancy makes it grow fonder, Last, a stem connecting dots of three
Left to right Iโm quite bright. Right to left I might bite.
Tall in the morning, short at noon, gone at night. But I'll be back soon.
They can float and tickle, but their sound is rarely heard unless you're a pillow or bird. What are they?
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?