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What has a tongue but cannot talk gets around but cannot walk
Words come out of it, aligned in perfect silence. A messenger of black on white, a slinky fellow drawing lines, of thin and soft graphite
From tree to tree it jumps and it swings and this furry little fella likes fruits, nuts and seeds. And sometimes people say to βstop βusβ-ing around.
I come in winter. I cannot see, hear, or feel. I can't eat, but you can eat parts of me.
Shorter than my four siblings, but easily the strongest, Sometimes I wear a funny hat.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?