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Sauerkraut owes its existence to this head
I'm a lot like a pancake, except I'm a little crisper, and I'm square, with square patterns all over.
Gold in a leather bag, swinging on a tree, money after honey in its time. Ills of a scurvy crew cured by the sea, reason in its season but no rhyme.
I'm a blended cold beverage made up of milk, ice cream and fruit. I bring all the boys to the yard.
Squeeze it and it cries tears. As red as its flesh, but its heart is made of stone.
I fly to any foreign parts assisted by my spreading wings. My body holds an hundred hearts Nay I will tell you stranger things when I am not in haste I ride and then I mend my pace anon.