A sound you might make if a mouse you do spy; if you can’t solve this liddle, your IQ, I’m afraid, is not very high.

I dance a furious, whirling jig, Though born of stillness, I grow big, What am I, touching sky to rig?

I'm a crude word for a BM, often associated with a single large piece, and sorry for any unwanted visuals. I'm also a three letter mathematical term, sometimes annoying, defining an exponent in multiplication. I'm a piece of tree, so please solve the word; an easy three letter term.

Under an ass is a place that it’s found. Shoes fit straight to this, is a game that rings round. It’s known for it’s clipping and clopping like sound. Equivalent on equine to the feet we are bound.

Finescale fins slice seawater's face, Predator's gaze, in a fearsome place, Rows of teeth, a deadly grin, Ruling the deep, with a silent spin.