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When I'm metal or wood, I help you get home. When I'm flesh and I'm blood. In the darkness I roam.
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
It rows quickly with four oars but never comes out from under his own roof. What is it?
They swim around in schools or pods and they are related to whales
Who spends the day at the window, goes to the table for meals and hides at night?
What is always coming but never arrives?