Answer:
Four of us are in your field, But our differences keep us at yield, First, a one that is no fool, Though he resembles a gardenerโs tool, Next, one difficult to split in two, And a girl once had one as big as her shoe, Then, to the mind, oneโs a lovely bonder, And truancy makes it grow fonder, Last, a stem connecting dots of three
I fly, yet I have no wings. I cry, yet I have no eyes. Darkness follows me. Lower light I never see.
I cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me finally. Only when he last closes his eyes.
What do you have when you're sitting down that you don't have when you're standing up?
I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
Iโm grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.