I am old and grey, I am passing over this place. Yet I will stand my ground, I am willing to die in this place. But they tell me that I am making a big deal out of small things.

I start twice the same, like a stutter in thought, End with a vessel that Noah once sought. I burrow for dinner where night insects hide, With stripes on my snout and a tongue far too wide. I’m first in a book but last to be guessed. A mammal so odd I confuse every test.

Here, have a seat, but don't lean back, or else you'll have a bad fall. If you ever see a bloody one of me, don't hesitate, give the doctor a call.

More letters than the alphabet and I can travel door to door.

Some people live in one. Children play with me for fun. I can be made from gum. What am I?