I prowl, I growl, I stalk, I pounce; I’ll eat your kibble, but may prefer mouse.

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.