Savour me when you’re a kid. Frolic to me when older. Become me when you mature and burst me when you’re bolder. Pimples may be my victims but not the measles. I think you know by now who goes the weasels.

I have four legs and eat grass I am noisy when I am angry and stubborn otherwise I may be called stupid and unwise All of you have me

My first three are an expert, My last four an artist’s set, As a whole I can bend a knee or free a plan.

Black as night, I watch and wait Clever mind, but dark of fate I feast on secrets, scraps, and grime If too many of us gather it might be a crime

I am a creature of the night, add one letter and I cover you, remove one and I am hurt