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Gold in a leather bag, swinging on a tree, money after honey in its time. Ills of a scurvy crew cured by the sea, reason in its season but no rhyme.
It's like food but water kills it. What is it?
What has roots as nobody sees, is taller than trees. Up, up it goes, and yet never grows?
Often held but never touched. Always wet but never rusts. Often bits but seldom bit. To use it well you must have wit.
Bold are the first; true are the second; playful are the third; clever are the fourth; forceful are the fifth.
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail