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Big as a biscuit, deep as a cup, but even a river canβt fill it up. What is it?
A warrior amongst the flowers, he bears a thrusting sword. He uses it whenever he must, to defend his golden hoard.
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.
High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
What has four wings but cannot fly and uses the wind but does not know why?
Why is the letter B always cool?