Answer:
Four of us are in your field, But our differences keep us at yield, First, a one that is no fool, Though he resembles a gardenerโs tool, Next, one difficult to split in two, And a girl once had one as big as her shoe, Then, to the mind, oneโs a lovely bonder, And truancy makes it grow fonder, Last, a stem connecting dots of three
I pass before the sun, but make no shadow.
I have four legs but no tail. Usually I am heard only at night.
The eight of us move forth and back. To protect our king from the foes attack.
I go around in circles, but always straight ahead. Never complain, no matter where I am led.
What is always coming but never arrives?