Answer:
Four of us are in your field, But our differences keep us at yield, First, a one that is no fool, Though he resembles a gardenerโs tool, Next, one difficult to split in two, And a girl once had one as big as her shoe, Then, to the mind, oneโs a lovely bonder, And truancy makes it grow fonder, Last, a stem connecting dots of three
When it is alive we sing, when it is dead we clap our hands. What is it?
What do you throw out to use and take in when you're done?
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind.
You eat something you neither plant nor plow. It is the son of water, but if water touches it, it dies.
I can only be played on a windy day