Answer:
I am the red tongue of the earth, that buries cities.
What has a mouth but can't chew?
Four of us are in your field, But our differences keep us at yield, First, a one that is no fool, Though he resembles a gardenerโs tool, Next, one difficult to split in two, And a girl once had one as big as her shoe, Then, to the mind, oneโs a lovely bonder, And truancy makes it grow fonder, Last, a stem connecting dots of three
He stands beside the road. In a purple cap at tattered green cloak. Those who touch him, curse him.
It's anything but amusing when this body part gets hit.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?