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I am grew up outside society, I am wild, my voice echoes throughout the jungle and nature is my playground. Who am I?
Written on with words of white, Has the color of the night, Is the teacher's best delight, And a student's daily fright
A girl was ten on her last birthday, and will be twelve on her next birthday. How is this possible?
What comes once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in an hour?
Buzzing and bumbling is all we do, we fly from one plant to another and may be noisy, but hey, we are busy making sweet treat that is oh so sugary.
I march before armies a thousand salute me. My fall can bring victory but no one would shoot me. The wind is my lover one-legged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky.