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Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
A leathery snake, with a stinging bite. I'll stay coiled up, unless I must fight.
You will find me with four legs, but no hair. People ride me for hours, but I don't go anywhere without needing to be tugged. Jerked or turned on, I always manage to be ready for work.
We are five little objects of an everyday sort, You will find us all in a tennis court.
I can be cracked, I can be made. I can be told, I can be played.
What do angels sing in the shower?