In the land of stripes, I roam with grace, a horse-like creature in a monochrome race. My attire is nature's barcode, a walking piano with no sound to unfold.

Dinner in tails? A snappy cocktail, on ice? Small fry? When you want the best, it can pay to shell out.

Merrily, merrily gently down the stream Life is but a dream.

Playground of the fae, A lovely place to soak up the sun where you lay. Add a u to the first of me and I become a protector; Add a d to the second part and I am a place for bears or thieves.

Brittle cold fingers Creeping down the eaves, grip tight Quiet! They bristle