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A horrid monster hides from the day, with many legs and many eyes. With silver chains it catches prey. And eats it all before it dies. Yet in every cottage does it stay. And every castle beneath the sky.
Face with a tree, skin like the sea. A great beast I am. Yet vermin frightens me.
I have a mane like a horse but stripes like a zebra. What am I?
John Lennon sang about being this toothy creature.
What has a horn but does not work?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?