I begin with a letter and end with a number when spoken out loud yet neither has anything to do with me. Rather, think of an animal you know well

wrapping my makers in coccoons in dark, dark places, beware woven into pretty scarves that all the maidens wear

I cure a bellyache without a spoon, When mixed just right, I change the tune. A coconut’s best famous friend, Sing it once- the chorus won’t end. What am I?

Rain gives me life Earth gives me form I may cause you some strife After a big storm

I walk on four legs and run on them too. Call my name and I may respond to you. Eight times lucky, one time damned. You may wonder if you’ve been scammed. Loving in one moment, a stranger the next. See me in all black? You might be hexed. What am I?