I show you what isn't there you made me out of nothing the closer you look I vanish I was never really here

What do cars, goats, trains, antelopes, and orchestras all have? Mess with the bull and get the ...

I have a bed, but I never rest. I have a mouth, but I never speak. I can run for miles without any feet, Cold and clear, or shallow and weak. Change my meaning, and I'm a patient man, Who will tolerate what he must, as long as he can. I will not suffer an insult or a lie; I’m a tiny river under an open sky.

It grows in a bunch, Can be purple, red, or green for your lunch. Smush it and wait And sip something great.

In the garden's quiet plea, Aprickly ball rolls free. At night it roams with stealthy grace, A tiny knight in armor's embrace.