Literally, spineless. They range in size from less than one thousandth of an inch to over thirty feet.

I was down on my luck, I was down on my knees, Then my blood trickled down from my hand to its leaves It offered me fortune, he who came from above That plant that I named after one that I loved

How do you make a glow worm happy? Cut off its tail it will be. . .

Not a roar, but a whisper is all it takes, and my mane comes loose. No need to shake. Make a wish while you are at it, sabe the eyelashes and candles, help me pollinate instead.

Left behind on sandy shore, Washed away by hungry wave, Sought by hunters far and wide, To track beleaguered prey We all have one of carbon, Though not made of soot, And this particular example, Is not made with a boot