Simple design, Found with equine, I'll break your spine. Straight as an arrow, Hollow and narrow, Not filled with marrow. What am I?
Your body has lots of these, Including the tibia, Several are in your spine, And there's three in your ear,
What are they?
My life is often a volume of grief, your help is needed to turn a new leaf. Stiff is my spine and my body is pale, but I’m always ready to tell a tale. What am I?
I'm small as an ant, as big as a whale. I'll approach like a breeze but can come like a gale. By some I get hit but all have shown fear. I'll dance to the music though I can't hear. Of names I have many, of names I have one. I'm slow as a snail but from me you cant run. What am I?
