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Runs smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb.
What flares up and does a lot of good, and when it dies is just a piece of wood?
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
Plow and hoe, reap and sow, What soon does every farmer grow?
Only one color, but not one size. Stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies. Present in sun, but not in rain. Doing no harm, and feeling no pain.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?