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I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
The itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot variety is quite popular.
Tall in the morning, short at noon, gone at night. But I'll be back soon.
This only turns over once you have travelled very far. What is it?
Round like a dishpan and smaller than a bathtub. But the ocean can't fill it. What is it?
Why was the cook arrested?