Answer:
Four of us are in your field, But our differences keep us at yield, First, a one that is no fool, Though he resembles a gardener’s tool, Next, one difficult to split in two, And a girl once had one as big as her shoe, Then, to the mind, one’s a lovely bonder, And truancy makes it grow fonder, Last, a stem connecting dots of three
Brown I am and much admired; many horses have I tried; tire a horse and worry a man; tell me this riddle if you can.
What does no man want, yet no man want to lose?
What is never used unless it's in a tight place?
A doctor might remove one from the neck of a Dracula victim.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?