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Though desert men once called me God, today men call me mad. For I wag my tail when I am angry. And growl when I am glad.
What goes up but never comes down?
According to the music industry, you can count on a midnight train and the devil to turn up here.
An iron horse with a flaxen tail. The faster the horse runs, the shorter his tail becomes.
I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
My first is snapping, snarling, growling, My second's industrious, romping, and prowling. Higgledy piggledy Here we lie, picked and plucked, and put in a pie.