Answer:
It's small but larger than a bee, And agile as a flea. It humms but does not buzz, And it's not covered with fuzz. It is a small collector, Of juicy flower nectar.
A warrior amongs the flowers, He bears a thrusting sword. Able and ready to use, To guard his golden hoard.
I move very slowly and carry my house on my back. What am I?
What jumps when it walks & sits when it stand?
Who spends the day at the window, goes to the table for meals and hides at night?
Black we are and much admired. Many seek us if they are tired. We tire the horse, and comfort man, and turn White when we've fulfilled your plan.