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A mighty weapon in the war against winged household pests.
A home of wood in a wooded place, but built not by hand. High above the earthen ground, it holds its pale blue gems. What is it?
Runs smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb.
What is lighter than what it is made of?
A muttered rumble was heard from the pen, and I, in my walking stopped to look in. What was this I saw? A massive beast, hoofed, and jawed. With spikes upon its mighty brow, I watched as he struck the turf and prowled. And yet for all of his magnificence, he couldn't get out of that wooden fence.
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?