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I work when I play and play when I work.
I can sizzle like bacon, I am made with an egg. I have plenty of backbone, but lack a good leg. I peel layers like onions, but still remain whole. I can be long, like a flagpole, yet fit in a hole.
Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.
In the forest, this blends in just right, but every December it is covered with lights. What is it?
Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters. What is it?
Why was the cook arrested?