Answer:
Even if my life is taken eight still remain.
What scientists might call your pooch.
It's small but larger than a bee, And agile as a flea. It humms but does not buzz, And it's not covered with fuzz. It is a small collector, Of juicy flower nectar.
A darkΒ-colored creature serenaded by Lennon and McCartney.
I am wingless but airborne, and when I meet your gaze tears will fall from your eyes. What am I?
What can never be put in a saucepan?