Answer:
What kinds of men are always above board?
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. It lies behind stars and under hills And empty holes it fills. It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter.
Though desert men once called me God, today men call me mad. For I wag my tail when I am angry. And growl when I am glad.
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
Soft and fragile is my skin, I get my growth in mud. Iām dangerous as much as pretty, for if not careful, I draw blood.
Why was the cook arrested?