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I am small and green and hop around. I start my life with a tail but lose it as I grow. What am I?
A pony trots his way through the world on these.
What king can you make if you take the head of a lamb, the middle of a pig, the hind of a buffalo, and the tail of a dragon?
What has a coat? Hugs you not in sympathy? Whose smile you'd rather not see? Whose stance is a terrible thing to see? Who is it that brave men run away from? Whose fingers are clawed? Whose sleep lasts for months? And who's company we shunt?
To you, rude would I never be, Though I flag my tongue for all to see.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?