Answer:
Creeping on its belly, curled into a ring. Eyes forever open, beware its lethal sting
This noble creature has the embarrassing inability to get up once it's been flipped onto its back.
Bumpy form of transportation in desert cultures.
He calls in the morning, the day to renew, if his owner gets hungry, he'll be turned to stew. What is he?
It's black and every time it speaks it says its name.
I love spinach.