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I wiggle and cannot see; sometimes underground and sometimes on a tree. I really don't want to be on a hook and I become a person when combined with “book”.
To cross the water I'm the way. For water I'm above I touch it not and truth to say I neither swim nor move.
My first is in riddle but not in little. My second is in think but not in brink. My third is in thyme but not in time. My fourth is in mother but not in brother. My last is in time but no t in climb.
In all the world none can compare I am a tiny weaver my deadly cloth so silky and fair.
What can be drawn but never taken?
A man goes out in heavy rain with nothing to protect him from it. His hair doesn't get wet. How does he do that?