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It's voice is like a burp, Will swallow with a slurp, You'll never hear it chirp. Kiss it with a wince, Might turn into a prince
I'm carried by mad animals. What am I?
From that which comes within itself, It builds its table on my shelf.
What has armor but is not a knight, snaps but is not a twig, and is always at home even on the move?
Known as a great deceiver, It is evil's incarnation, Once used for veneration, The root of all procreation. All you can do is shiver, When it begins to slither.
What made Cyclops quit teaching?