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It rows quickly with four oars but never comes out from under his own roof. What is it?
What is common to eat before it's born and after it's dead?
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
I'm carried by mad animals. What am I?
What did the bee say to the flower?
I hold two meanings. With one I may be broken, with the other I hold on. What am I?