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When it comes to me, you go on red and stops on green. What am I?
I am brown and sticky
What is so delicate that saying its name breaks it?
Every night I'm told what to do and each morning I do what I'm told. But I still don't escape your scold
What can you catch but not throw?
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk