With ears that stretch and stubborn will, A beast of burden at the till. Some of my other names may sound quite crass, But it's not my fault that I'm an ass.

I think with my limbs and taste as I roam, Eight wandering minds leave one quiet home. I write in the sand with vanishing ink, Solve doors and puzzles before you can blink. No bones to break, no crown to wear, A scholar of tides with too many hands.

Fuzzy but not furry Stone at my heart One hard secret inside of me

i'm skinny, hollow, very thin i grow, you cut me back again bundle me up for winter's wind, i'll be your friend when the cows come in.

A cousin of the mighty Rex, I weigh in smaller, but mayhap meaner. Steven Spielberg made a movie star of my siblings and me, do we star in your nightmares now? Little kids wear me on their jammies, but if they met me they’d run away screaming. Birds are now my closest kin, to them I bequeathed my feathers and skin.