four to start, a pretend bout, in the ring, where you are just practicing. punches light, though still delight, this session is just to train. last three go together, in a streak, as an example, for a winning sports team, as they win more than one back-to-back. add them together, a small little songbird, who’s been with humanity since the Stone Age.

I'm the seventh in a dozen that glow Removing my second letter leaves you with a primary trio Red strikes anyone who wants to see I might also be a name, one similar to a currency What am I?

I am the weakest of all but if you push me to the edge I just might outrank you all

We come from one, split once, and confuse the world forever. What are we?

I’m born once a day, grow old by nightfall, wrap fish better than gifts, and tell yesterday as if it just happened. What am I?