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When I'm metal or wood, I help you get home. When I'm flesh and I'm blood. In the darkness I roam.
In all the world, none can compare, to this tiny weaver, his deadly cloth so silky and fair.
It is a cat but not a kitty, You'll never catch on in a city. Its fangs are huge and so its claws, A death machine with paws and jaws. In its own way a royal fellow, Striped with black and clothed in yellow
What fish came first?
He's big, old and fluffy, And looking rather scruffy. He always needs a shave. It's best to just avoid him, And leave him in his cave
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?