Cows, sheep, goats, and more all have four; while camels, llamas, hippos, and kangaroos have three. We humans have just one, to hold what we chew.

I fall in silence, soft and slow, and hush the world in muffled glow. I build your forts and shape your play, then melt and quietly slip away.

I'm molded by hand, yet have no form. From earth I arise, through sun and storm. Pottery's my destiny, a vessel to be, Or sculpture's embrace, for all eyes to see. What am I?

Leapers of the lily pad, singers of twilight serenades, with a life that transforms from gills to lungs and songs that echo near ponds.

I'm the wise one with the furrowed brow, Neck swiveling like a chair but perched on a bough. A burrow or hollow might serve as my home, But the Tootsie Pop math remains unknown.