The tadpoles roam, Under a willow lie their home, Still yet filled, Ecosystem of its own. Cattail frilled, Crowned with lilys. Skip a stone

I have a bed, but never sleeps, I have a head, but never sees, i have a mouth, but never eats.

I'm home to half the world's species. Quite humid, but not a sea. I'm found around the equator, Hot, dense and full of biodiversity.

While i was going to the Ardennes, i saw a man and seven women. Every woman was carrying seven bags. In every bag there were seven cats, and every cat had seven kittens. How many were going to the Ardennes?

I’m where boats take a break, and ropes get tied in place. I’m not a door, but you’ll hear pull in when you see my wooden face. What am I?