Face with a tree, skin like the sea. A great beast I am. Yet vermin frightens me.

With four oars it swims but it is always at home. Its back is like armor, tougher than chrome. What is it?

Who is it that rows quickly with four oars but never comes out under his own roof?

While I did live, I food did give, which many one did daily eat. Now being dead, you see they tread me under feet about the street.

Which bird does not belong in this group? Finch, gull, eagle, ostrich, or sparrow?