I wear a suit of armored scales, With jaws that snap and a tail that flails, A swampy king, where danger prevails.

Though I possess a single eye, I neither wink nor look nearby. Instead I help with cloth and thread, mending tears where they have spread.

I only speak when I’m broken, but once I speak, I can never be whole again.

Not quite a walk nor canter a clumsy step after the other I'm bad at this lmao

Take away its second letter and kids use it on a playground Keep it and make a tear better Or at a hospital, close a wound