What a yellow bear does in the woods.
The best language for describing bridges.
I love my mother.
I hate my mother.
I am my mother.
Read one way, I am under great strain; but read the other way, I am sweet and pleasing.
Although my methods are pure, my name conveys uncertainty.
They said I couldn't, but I did,
Now in my icy grave I'm hid.
I chased a hare, I met a queen,I grew and shrank and met a cat.The egg man, on his wall he sat,What wonders in this land I've seen!
For all my life I make my home, safe inside a rigid dome. Wrinkled before I get old, your essence I will always hold.
I am stronger than any man,When I open my magic can.
First an attack which should have left me dead,
Then people took steps to go over my head.
But then I put on an unusual hat,
And everything since has proceeded from that.
First you feed me, then you burn me to death; but I have my revenge when you eat my farts.
The horses run in circles, but none of them ever win.