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In all the world, none can compare, to this tiny weaver, his deadly cloth so silky and fair.
He calls in the morning, the day to renew, if his owner gets hungry, he'll be turned to stew. What is he?
To you, rude would I never be, Though I flag my tongue for all to see.
I come in many colors, some are blue and white. While some people annoy me, I am not much for the fight. I live where people rarely tread, but you will find me close to bed. What am I?
I have a long thin beak that I use to suck nectar from flowers and my wings beat very fast. What am I?
Why was the cook arrested?