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Holding two swords and eight spears. Dressed in a cow-leather tunic. He peeks through a hole in the door.
What spends the day at the window, goes to the table for meals and hides at night?
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
My first is twice in apple but not once in tart. My second is in liver but not in heart. My third is in giant and also in ghost. Whole I'm best when I am toast.
It has plenty of backbone but doesn't have a let. It peels like an orange but it comes from an egg.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.