Answer:
They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own.
Men have one, women two, and when they become family, itβs three. What is it?
Three little letters, a paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
We are all around, yet to us you are half blind. Sunlight makes us invisible, and difficult to find.
Put into a pit, locked beneath a grate, guarded through the night, yet it still goes out.
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail