What Is It?
In a tunnel of darkness lies a beast of iron. It can only attack when pulled back. What is it?
A Bullet.
Walk on the living, they don't even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?
Fallen Leaves.
I am emeralds and diamonds, lost by the moon,
I am found by the sun and picked up soon. What am I?
Dew.
With no wings I fly, With no eyes, I see. With no arms, I climb.
More frightening than any beast, stronger than any foe.
I am cunning, ruthless, and tall. I rule all. What am I?
The imagination of man and woman.
Out of the eater came forth meat, and out of the strong came sweetness.
Samson and a lion got in attack, And Samson climbed up on the lion's back.
Well, you've read about lion killin' men with their paws,
But Samson put his hands round the lion's jaws!
He rode that lion 'till the beast fell dead,
And the bees made honey in the lion's head.
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