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What has a coat? Hugs you not in sympathy? Whose smile you'd rather not see? Whose stance is a terrible thing to see? Who is it that brave men run away from? Whose fingers are clawed? Whose sleep lasts for months? And who's company we shunt?
Creeping on its belly, curled into a ring. Eyes forever open, beware its lethal sting
For our ambrosia we were blessed, By Jupiter, with a sting of death. Though our might, to some is jest, We have quelled the dragon's breath. Who are we?
They don't forget.
I can change color to match my surroundings and I can move my eyes in different directions at the same time. What am I?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?