What do you have when you're sitting down that you don't have when you're standing up?
Sharp and long, flag of the world. What is it?
What liquid can contain the soul?
A mighty weapon in the war against winged household pests.
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
I roam through the lands hoping to rescue my love. I search high and low and will stomp on you if you get in my way!