Common in ladies, almost never in males, distinct inkblot spots, patchwork, head to coat-tails. Internationally lucky and beloved by lots, Don't call creature's name, But the paint-job of blots!

I’m always in motion, it’s true, Through meadows of green and of blue. I’ve a bed but no sleep, And secrets I keep, As I’m constantly running past you.

I am both worn by a tree, and a symbol of royalty. Even a coin can describe me. What am I?

Lanky Wood Communicator tributary under the hood

I am a fruit but i have a ,,crown,, what am i?