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Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high, Eastern art from ancient time, Name me now and solve this rhyme.
They try to beat me, they try in vain. And when I win, I end the pain.
Though desert men once called me God, today men call me mad. For I wag my tail when I am angry. And growl when I am glad.
I have legs but never walk, I may have flowers but no soil, I hold food but never eat.
What stays on the ground but never gets dirty?
Why was the cook arrested?