Answer:
There is someone, and there is always another, for without the other, there wouldn't be one
Left to right Iām quite bright. Right to left I might bite.
A girl was ten on her last birthday, and will be twelve on her next birthday. How is this possible?
The more of them you take, the more you leave behind. What are they?
Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.
Brings the sky a lot closer.