Answer:
What is that which, while it lives, constantly changes its habit, that is buried before it is dead, and whose tomb is valued wherever it is found?
My first is in ocean but never in sea. My second's in wasp but never in bee. My third is in glider and also in flight. My whole is a creature that comes out at night.
I'm not a pet with long floppy ears I just share their name when a ship disappears. What am I?
For our ambrosia we were blessed, By Jupiter, with a sting of death. Though our might, to some is jest, We have quelled the dragon's breath. Who are we?
Black and scary, small and hairy. In the night you hear it preach, Through its noisy high pitched screech.
What made Cyclops quit teaching?