Answer:
Three little letters, a paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
Four of us are in your field, But our differences keep us at yield, First, a one that is no fool, Though he resembles a gardenerโs tool, Next, one difficult to split in two, And a girl once had one as big as her shoe, Then, to the mind, oneโs a lovely bonder, And truancy makes it grow fonder, Last, a stem connecting dots of three
What is often returned but is never borrowed?
Who has married many women but never has been married who is he
There are millions of me. I am very small but when moving fast I am deadly.
I fly to any foreign parts assisted by my spreading wings. My body holds an hundred hearts Nay I will tell you stranger things when I am not in haste I ride and then I mend my pace anon.