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I look at you, you look at me, I raise my right, you raise your left.
Although my cow is dead, I still beat herΒ What a racket she makes.
When liquid splashes me, none seeps through. When I am moved a lot, liquid I spew. When I am hit, color I change. And color, I come in quite a range. What I cover is very complex, and I am very easy to flex.
A shimmering field that reaches far. Yet it has no tracks, And is crossed without paths.
Some live in me, some live on. And some shave me to stride upon. I rarely leave my native land. Until my death I always stand. High and low I may be found. Both above and below ground.
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.