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As round as an apple. As deep as a cup. All the king's horses can't pull it up.
Bury deep, Pile on stones, My mind will always Dig up them bones
It is worldwide, but once only a spider could weave one
I always run but never walk, I sometimes sing but cannot talk, No head on which a hat to place, You always look me in the face.
What has six faces and twenty-one eyes?
Why was the cook arrested?