We stop kings in their trotting tracks, We have armor on our very tall backs. Build us a path with shrubs in a pair, Then with a herring, chop the tree over there. Antlers we dawn on our helmets so mighty, But if we hear IT, we get awfully flighty.

I shape the shores and wash your clothes. Please do not use me to wash your toes.

It can be true or false Facts eschew it, art welcomes it Some things are open to it , some are not It might show you the answer or it may misguide you

I'm right under your nose, find me if you can. You'll never solve this riddle unless you do what I am.

Mick is one. Skip it for fun. In the UK, a bunch add up to a ton To kill two birds, use it, don't bother with a gun.