Answer:
Oh how I love my dancing feet! They stay together - oh so neat. And when I want to walk a line, They all stay together and do double time. I count them up, ten times or more, And race on-off, across the floor.
I'm carried by mad animals. What am I?
I am covered in quills for protection. What am I?
When I'm metal or wood, I help you get home. When I'm flesh and I'm blood. In the darkness I roam.
Though desert men once called me God, today men call me mad. For I wag my tail when I am angry. And growl when I am glad.
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive!