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Two in a whole and four in a pair. And six in a trio you see. And eight's a quartet but what you must get. Is the name that fits just one of me?
Walk on the living, they don’t even mumble, Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?
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.
Round like a dishpan and smaller than a bathtub. But the ocean can't fill it. What is it?
What can run but can’t walk?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?