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I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers. And crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.
What can be swallowed, But can also swallow you?
What is made of wood but can't be sawed?
A muttered rumble was heard from the pen, and I, in my walking stopped to look in. What was this I saw? A massive beast, hoofed, and jawed. With spikes upon its mighty brow, I watched as he struck the turf and prowled. And yet for all of his magnificence, he couldn't get out of that wooden fence.
Walk on the living, they donโt even mumble, Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.