Answer:
We are few to the wise; We are abundant to the drunken; We can calm the beast and are precious to the child; We can devour the heart, without piercing the skin
It is by nature, soft as silk; A puffy cloud, white as milk; Snow tops this tropical crop; The dirtiest part of a mop
I know a word of letters three. Add two, and fewer there will be!
Of no use to one, Bliss to two. Men lie for it. The baby’s right,
The sun bakes them, the hand breaks them, the foot treads on them, and the mouth tastes them.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?