Answer:
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 gardener’s tool, Next, one difficult to split in two, And a girl once had one as big as her shoe, Then, to the mind, one’s a lovely bonder, And truancy makes it grow fonder, Last, a stem connecting dots of three
Always wax, yet always wane: I melt, succumbed to the flame. Lighting darkness, with fate unblest, I soon devolve to shapeless mess.
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's a place you have left but didn't enter?
They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own.
you hold my tail while I fish for you
Difficult
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?