Answer:
While I did live, I food did give, which many one did daily eat. Now being dead, you see they tread me under feet about the street.
Though desert men once called me God, today men call me mad. For I wag my tail when I am angry. And growl when I am glad.
In all the world, none can compare, to this tiny weaver, his deadly cloth so silky and fair.
What has a horn but does not honk?
You're gonna need a bigger boat to go after one of these toothy hunters.
This crisp stick-shaped roll is often enjoyed with soup or marinara sauce.