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The ones in the sea are prickly, but the ones on the street might pickpocket you.
I am small and green and hop around. I start my life with a tail but lose it as I grow. What am I?
I'm a mammal that can fly and I sleep hanging upside down. What am I?
What lives where it cannot breathe and has a hole in its back
It's small but larger than a bee, And agile as a flea. It humms but does not buzz, And it's not covered with fuzz. It is a small collector, Of juicy flower nectar.
Within, I clean all that is bad and is old. I make juice thatβs the color of gold. Should I die, a filter machine would you need assembled to replace me and beans I resemble.