I have a bed, but never sleeps, I have a head, but never sees, i have a mouth, but never eats.

I am described by my velocity, a blow of gust. But I'm merely an element, when I'm just.

I bloom in yellow, crowned in white, I vanish softly, scattered in flight.

While i was going to the Ardennes, i saw a man and seven women. Every woman was carrying seven bags. In every bag there were seven cats, and every cat had seven kittens. How many were going to the Ardennes?

A sprawling behemoth with a thousand wooden teeth; with needles and with blades in numbers beyond belief. 'Come to me', I beckon, 'and use me for rest.' But linger unprepared and you body I'll digest.