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Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.
It is by nature, soft as silk; A puffy cloud, white as milk; Snow tops this tropical crop; The dirtiest part of a mop
Come up and let us go. Go down and here we stay.
A tiny bead, like fragile glass, strung along a cord of grass.
Green arrows grow out of my sides. I go from yellow to white. My babies fly in the wind. What am I?
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?