Answer:
It can be white or blue or black, Humped or have a horn. And when it talks it sings its menuets, as it's travelling the depths.
I am orange with black stripes and known for my fierce roar. What am I?
I am black and white and loved all over the world. I eat bamboo and climb trees. What am I?
What has a coat? Hugs you not in sympathy? Whose smile you'd rather not see? Whose stance is a terrible thing to see? Who is it that brave men run away from? Whose fingers are clawed? Whose sleep lasts for months? And who's company we shunt?
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.
Of no use to one, Bliss to two. Men lie for it. The baby’s right,