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Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.
In we go, out we go. All around and in a row. Always, always steady flow. When we'll stop, you'll never known. In we go, out we go.
What flies without wings? What passes all things? What mends all sorrow? What brings the morrow?
What goes around and around the wood, but never goes into the wood?
You saw me where I never was and where I could not be. And yet within that very place, my face you often see.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?