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No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.
My voice is tender my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say.
My first is in fish but no in snail. My second is in rabbit but not in tail. My third is in up but not in down. My fourth is in tiara but not in crown. My fifth is in tree you plainly see. My whole a food for you and me.
I am the kind of dog that chases anything red.
Born in the ocean and white as snow. When I fall back to water, I disappear without a trace. What am I?