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Thirty white horses on a red hill, First they champ, Then they stamp, Then they stand still.
The itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot variety is quite popular.
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
I am a precious little thing, dancing and eating all the time. Watch me from a distance, so you can feel my warm and gentle love. But don't come to close or my next meal you could be!
What gets beaten, and whipped, but never cries?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?