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In the sun it likes to play; In the rain it goes away; Walk or run it always follows; In the mud it always wallows.
Big as a saucepan, deep as a cup, Even a river can't fill it up. What is it
The more you look at it, The less you see.
I am neither a guest nor a trespasser in this place. I belong that belongs to me. Where is it?
What can run but never walks, has a mouth but never talks, has a head but never weeps, has a bed but never sleeps?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.