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I can be swallowed But I can also swallow you.
I can be cracked, made, told, and played. What am I?
I can fall off a building and live but in water I will die.
My first is a heir; My second's a snare; my whole is the offspring of fancy; which I sent out of play upon Valentine's day As a token of love to my Nancy.
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. What am I?
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk