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A white field, and when it is plowed, its soil is black.
Buzzing and bumbling is all we do, we fly from one plant to another and may be noisy, but hey, we are busy making sweet treat that is oh so sugary.
With hands that can't hold and eyes that can't see, she's cherished by some but has no real family. Who is she?
I am grew up outside society, I am wild, my voice echoes throughout the jungle and nature is my playground. Who am I?
What has a spine, tail, and leash but isn't a dog?
What is always coming but never arrives?