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For our ambrosia we were blessed, By Jupiter, with a sting of death. Though our might, to some is jest, We have quelled the dragon's breath. Who are we?
The alphabet goes from A to Z. What goes from Z to A?
I am covered in quills for protection. What am I?
Who is it that rows quickly with four oars but never comes out under his own roof?
I have wings but I'm not a bird. I'm fuzzy and buzz around flowers. I make something sweet. What am I?
I hold two meanings. With one I may be broken, with the other I hold on. What am I?