Answer:
When the horse strokes the cat, the wood begins to sing.
What is it that was given to you, belongs only to you. And yet your friends use it more than you do?
They try to beat me, they try in vain. And when I win, I end the pain.
When Iām metal or wood, I help you get home. When Iām flesh and Iām blood, In the darkness I roam.
It is a part of us, and then replaced. It escapes out bodies, to a better place. The world becomes its sizeable home. Its passions unrestraint, the planet it roams.
Often cooked as fillet, this meat comes from an animal that swims underwater.