Long but little, stubby pegs. Used in WWII for sniffing out bad eggs. Bad with hamsters, kids, and stairs. Sharp teef, German, little care.

I sing in warmth when dusk is near, yet play beneath the sun, My pitch may hold a blade of grass or cheer for every run, At night I’m small, by day a team, in whites or fields I play

I have a bed but never sleep, I have a mouth but never speak. I run all day and night, But never get weary

My first half is found in rivers and seas, My second half is found in gardens and fields. I have verdant stripes that stretch across my skin But you'll find a sweet, juicy treat within

I open in rocks when long pressures clash, I split the thunder and shatter up glass. I crawl through walls and sometimes through your jeans, I whisper a vice that devours big dreams.