My first three is black and white, with red inside. My last four can toll the hour. Together, more of me is the only prescription for a fever.

I wander the pines where I live to this day, but when you try to come visit I’ve just walked away. Some say I’m a ghost since I’ve never been found, but I’ll still leave a print to let you know I’m around.

I’m less than stop in full and yet there’s slightly more of me I like to tag along with words, I hitchhike plainly seen I’m used to introduce, to list, and join lone clauses hands I hate to brag, but you could say that I’m an Oxford man

One Bunny, a hunter, several birds, and a cat, just a few of the thousand all under my hat. Known hater of carrots, though I’d chew them for jokes. Been gone since nineteen eighty nine, so I guess that’s all folks.

My first part's the opposite of on, My second the opposite of hot. Sometimes you can find me in an oval, Sometimes I'm led by Michael Scott.