| A silver-scaled dragon with jaws flaming red Sits at my elbow and waits to be fed I hand him fat slices and then, one by one, He hands them back when he thinks they are done |
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| A group of four brothers did travel the land, with only one steed shared among the whole band. Though always surefooted, no matter the weather, their mount would go lame if they didn’t ride together. When one of the brothers was thrown and misplaced, he was left where he lay and was quickly replaced. When the ride became old and the brothers not needed, to a game for all ages they simply retreated. When many a player would fling them about, and ringing a post was the victory shout. Name us. |
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| They say I came from Africa. I suppose that may be true. But the type I am was mostly played In a place where grass is blue. Of wood and pearl, skin and steel, You could say I am high strung. My neck looks like a ladder, With brass on every rung. What am I? |
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| I’m found in socks, scarves and mittens. I’m found in the paws of playful kittens. What am I? |
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