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My voice is tender my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say.
What asks but never answers?
My head bobs lazily in the sun. You think I'm cute for my face is yellow my hair is white and my body is green.
Adored by few, feared and hated by many. Mistress of the entire universal reason, master in the art of numbers. Some may have solved many of my mysteries, but there are still many of them to find. What am I?
I am what no man ever yet did see, which never was, but always is to be. What am I?
Why was the cook arrested?