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.

A sacred stone both smooth and green, in ancient courts and temples I am seen.

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I am very big and made of ice. I form in cold places where snow piles up for many years. I move slowly down mountains like a frozen river. What am I?