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There's not a kingdom on the earth I haven't traveled over and over and though I know not whence my birth yet when I come you know my roar. I through the town do take my flight and through the fields and meadows green and whether it be day or night I neither am nor can be seen.
Weight in my belly trees on my back nails in my ribs feet I do lack.
What do you call a sleeping bull?
I give people a huge fright, but at the end I'm sweet. I normally celebrate at night, when there's less heat. What am I?
My head and tail both equal are my middle slender as a bee. Whether I stand on head or heel Is quite the same to you or me. But if my head should be cut off the matter's true though passing strange directly I to nothing change.
I'm the source of all emotion but I'm caged in a white prison.