I can be drawn without ink, I can be shed without fur. Built by bone, or from birth you've known. We've bonds of iron so keep me close to your heart, for death might loom, should we part.

I have feathers and I fly, but have no beak nor do I cry. So weak you could break me in your hand, but so strong that I too could kill a man.

I never bloom, yet green I stay, with frilly leaves that softly sway. In shady spots I love to grow, a woodland friend you’ve come to know. No flowers here, but don’t you spurn, I’m leafy, lush I am a?

If Armom and Ardad had a child, he would be a crime!

I can spin without turning, paving roads only I take. Many eyes discerning, a kiss and you won't wake