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Oh how I love my dancing feet! They stay together - oh so neat. And when I want to walk a line, They all stay together and do double time. I count them up, ten times or more, And race on-off, across the floor.
I'm carried by mad animals. What am I?
A darkΒ-colored creature serenaded by Lennon and McCartney.
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.
My first is twice in apple but not once in tart. My second is in liver but not in heart. My third is in giant and also in ghost. Whole I'm best when I am toast.
What is always coming but never arrives?