Answer:
Long slim and slender. Dark as homemade thunder. Keen eyes and peaked nose. Scares the Devil wherever it goes.
What scientists might call your pooch.
A nutcracker up in a tree
For our ambrosia we were blessed, By Jupiter, with a sting of death. Though our might, to some is jest, We have quelled the dragon's breath. Who are we?
What goes zub zub zub
What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?