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I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
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
What is it that has four legs, one head, and a foot?
When the horse strokes the cat, the wood begins to sing.
Three little letters, a paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.