Arr, a tune that stirs the breeze, where salty tales meet the seas. Echoes from the sailor's chest, a hearty song that ne'er lets ye rest!

I have wings, but I do not have beak. I am known for being one of the finest flyers in the insect world .

I sound like a boy you had on an ocean cruise, I come in four forms and mark the time you lose, If you add an -ing I can still be a noun and wind up in all sorts of foods

wife-keeper, candle-peeper, one of sisters three. large and low is how I grow do you know me?

I am a hunter with fangs and usually hair. Some people come close only as a dare. I have legs but I don't walk on four. I like my home off the floor. I hunt with line and play with my food. Please don't hurt me, I really do good.