Clad in white, an orator of folly. What guides the flock, but still a sheep?

No one knows why it crossed the road... No one knows which came first... Sasly, this bird don't fly... Who am I, with such awesome thighs?

What is three parts chicken, two parts catcat and half a goat?

I'm small and light, a teacher's pet, a tool to teach the class. But take me outside, and doodle some lines, and you'll hop away your recess time with a blast.

I speak in pauses, eyes that meet, In laughter shared but incomplete. A gentle charm, a hint, a tease, I stir the air with practiced ease.