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The sun bakes them, the hand breaks them, the foot treads on them, and the mouth tastes them.
Who is he that runs without a leg. And his house on his back?
I'm the source of all emotion, but I'm caged in a white prison.
I sleep by day, I fly by night. I have no feathers to aid my flight.
I follow the orders of only two. I respect the work of only two. I am in constant battles with many, Though one surpassed them all. With forces joined, We created hell, Until our mutual enemy fell. Who am I?
I am owned by Old McDonald.