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A hundred arms, a thousand fingers, but I have no eyes to see where I linger. What am I?
I am the signature stroll of ducks and penguins
I go from house to house a messenger small and tight. Whether it rains or snows I sleep outside at night.
Sometimes I fly as fast as the speed of light. Sometime I crawl as slow as a snail. Unknown until I am measured but you will certainly miss me when Iām gone.
My voice is tender, my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go, I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say. What am I?
Some women don't like to be called that, yet every woman wants one. It cries and makes a lot of noise, but smiles and gurgles when you give it toys.