I’m less than stop in full and yet there’s slightly more of me I like to tag along with words, I hitchhike plainly seen I’m used to introduce, to list, and join lone clauses hands I hate to brag, but you could say that I’m an Oxford man

When sharp, I may harm, But when silver I charm. I lie under a roof, Both in posture and truth.

One Bunny, a hunter, several birds, and a cat, just a few of the thousand all under my hat. Known hater of carrots, though I’d chew them for jokes. Been gone since nineteen eighty nine, so I guess that’s all folks.

I am the music of life, And though I bear no voice, I can be seen, heard, or felt, Whatever may be your choice.

I hold what you’ve done though I cannot act, I steal the present but return it back; Lose me and you lose yourself