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At the sound of me, one may dream or stamp their feet, At the sound of me, one may laugh or sometimes weep.
My first is nothing but a nameอพ my second is more smallอพ my whole is of so little fame it has no name at all.
Green arrows grow out of my sides. I go from yellow to white. My babies fly in the wind. What am I?
Golden treasure I contain, Guarded by hundreds and thousands. Stored in a labyrinth where no man walks, Yet men come often to seize my gold. By smoke I am overcome and robbed, then left to build my treasure anew
Gets rid of bad ones, short and tall. Tightens when used, one size fits all.
You use it between your head and your toes, the more it works the thinner it grows.