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You heart it speak, for it has a hard tongue. But it cannot breathe, for it has not a lung.
This thing runs but cannot walk, sometimes sings but never talks. Lacks arms, has handsΝΎ lacks a head but has a face.
They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own.
I can travel from there to here by disappearing, and here to there by reappearing.
If you're stealing honey, be prepared to receive vengeance in this form.
Sometimes I am white, sometimes I am dark. Most people love me. What am I?