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Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
My head bobs lazily in the sun. You think I'm cute. For my face is yellow my hair is white and my body is green.
Round as an apple, deep as a cup, and all the kings' horses can't fill it up. What is it?
Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
What does a WW1 Trench, A Submarine and a Popular Phone App all have in common?
I am a animal that is cute but dangerous, what am I?