Answer:
Three little letters, a paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
What has three ways out and just one way in?
I count time, but have no end. Tick tick, but I am not a clock. What am I?
The eight of us move forth and back. To protect our king from the foes attack.
Hoofed frolicking.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?