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It's black and every time it speaks it says its name.
Who spends the day at the window, goes to the table for meals and hides at night?
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.
Known as a great deceiver, It is evil's incarnation, Once used for veneration, The root of all procreation. All you can do is shiver, When it begins to slither.
I am a large mammal that lives in the ocean and sprays water from a blowhole. What am I?
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?