Answer:
What kind of dog chases anything red?
Creeping on its belly, curled into a ring. Eyes forever open, beware its lethal sting
Who is it that rows quickly with four oars but never comes out under his own roof?
While I did live, I food did give, which many one did daily eat. Now being dead, you see they tread me under feet about the street.
It is a cat but not a kitty, You'll never catch on in a city. Its fangs are huge and so its claws, A death machine with paws and jaws. In its own way a royal fellow, Striped with black and clothed in yellow
Sugar on a stick. The kids love licking them