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What is that over the head and under the hat?
What can you catch but not throw?
In your fire you hear me scream, creaking and whining, yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
Long legs, crooked thighs, little head, and no eyes.
Without a bridle, or a saddle, across a thing I ride a-straddle. And those I ride, by help of me, though almost blind, are made to see.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?