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I'm carried by mad animals. What am I?
Disgusting creatures that would survive a nuclear strike.
A nutcracker up in a tree
What has a coat? Hugs you not in sympathy? Whose smile you'd rather not see? Whose stance is a terrible thing to see? Who is it that brave men run away from? Whose fingers are clawed? Whose sleep lasts for months? And who's company we shunt?
A warrior amongs the flowers, He bears a thrusting sword. Able and ready to use, To guard his golden hoard.
It produces a flower but it is not its fruitΝΎ it produces branches which are its fruit.