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Though it be cold, I wear no clothes. The frost and snow I never fear. I value neither shoes nor hose and yet I wander far and near. What am I?
Weight in my belly, trees on my back, nails in my ribs, feet I do lack. What am I?
The thunder comes before the lightning, which comes before the cloud. The rain dries all the land it touches, wrapping the earth in a blood red shroud. What am I?
When it comes to me, you go on red and stops on green. What am I?
What can fill a room but takes up no space?
I am owned by Old McDonald.