To place or to seat, Of a fowl, to warm. A ready your feet, or for numbers, a swarm. To duck 'neath the ground, for great lights above, Satisfaction, one's found, for their race, or their love.

I have six legs, wings and make a buzzing sound and though I'm small, I'm known near and afar. I'm a tiny creature. What am I?

I am seen, then so may you. If I am absent, so is your sight Some say I am blinding, but I am not a thing. I am but energy, pure and simple. What am I?

Three letters make up my name, I twist, I slide and slither all the same. In rivers or oceans I wriggle with ease, What am I that moves as I please?

I start as a seed yet grow sky-high, My body is hollow, though closer you spy. I bend with the wind but rarely I break, In panda’s delight, their hunger I slake. What am I?