Quick as a wink, it makes a sound, A firm decision, oh so profound. Like biscuits, crisp and neat, A moment's magic, short and sweet.

In the kitchen, it stands with grace, A gleaming pot o' gold in its place. Water does flow, Down it must go, 'Neath a rainbow's bridge in haste.

What do cars, goats, trains, antelopes, and orchestras all have? Mess with the bull and get the ...

The more there is the less you see. What is it?

I have a bed, but I never rest. I have a mouth, but I never speak. I can run for miles without any feet, Cold and clear, or shallow and weak. Change my meaning, and I'm a patient man, Who will tolerate what he must, as long as he can. I will not suffer an insult or a lie; I’m a tiny river under an open sky.