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In all the world, none can compare, to this tiny weaver, his deadly cloth so silky and fair.
Oh how I love my dancing feet! They stay together - oh so neat. And when I want to walk a line, They all stay together and do double time. I count them up, ten times or more, And race on-off, across the floor.
I have big ears and a trunk and I never forget. What am I?
Long slim and slender. Dark as homemade thunder. Keen eyes and peaked nose. Scares the Devil wherever it goes.
You're gonna need a bigger boat to go after one of these toothy hunters.
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.