What am I?
I am a tick, I am usually black or white, You will find me on many clothing, People think I am cool. What am I?
What am I?
My voice is tender, my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say. What am I?
What am I?
When I am sad, I change colour from white to grey. My tears fall to the ground and my cries are low and rumbling. In my anger I send great flashes of light above. What am I?
What am I?
I can be naked, I can be covered; but just keep me peeled, and the wonders you'll discover. What am I?
What am I?
While I'm a challenge for one and a rebuke between two, Yet I still have a direction for every number. What am I?
