| My components one will compile To be torn up in a short while You build me up with layers of three When to your buds I’m introduced I have something in the middle |
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| I was born in Italy then I moved to France I am only half figured, so I cannot dance I keep my right-hand snug over my left wrist I have an enigmatic smile, though I cannot kiss If you measure my height, I’m only seventy seven I have an Oscar thanks to Livingston and Evans I lived with Napoleon, but that was not fun Cole put me on the Billboard eight weeks number one Who am I? |
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| Every dawn begins with me, At dusk I’ll be the first you see, And daybreak couldn’t come without What midday centers all about. Daisies grow from me, I’m told And when I come, I end all cold, But in the sun I won’t be found, Yet still, each day I’ll be around. |
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| Long legs, crooked thighs, Little head and no eyes. No burn, make a ting, Use hands, but no ring. What am I? |
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