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In the fields a frightful thing. Watch it and you will find, it has a pitchfork in the front, and a broom back behind.
Stealthy as a shadow in the dead of night, cunning but affectionate if given a bite. Never owned but often loved. At my sport considered cruel, but that's because you never know me at all.
A warrior amongs the flowers, He bears a thrusting sword. Able and ready to use, To guard his golden hoard.
A mysterious, fantastic creature, It has one defining feature, And for humans at their worst, In their eyes it's just a horse
Black and scary, small and hairy. In the night you hear it preach, Through its noisy high pitched screech.