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My first is snapping, snarling, growling, My second's industrious, romping, and prowling. Higgledy piggledy Here we lie, picked and plucked, and put in a pie.
The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads them, The mouth tastes them.
What food has no beginning, end, or middle?
When do you start when itβs red but stop when itβs green?
Patch upon patch, without any stitches, if you tell me this riddle, I'll give you my breeches.
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard. Who am I?