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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.
Green arrows grow out of my sides. I go from yellow to white. My babies fly in the wind. What am I?
What is full of holes but still holds water
Without a bridle, or a saddle, across a thing I ride a-straddle. And those I ride, by help of me, though almost blind, are made to see.
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
Why is the letter B always cool?