A straight standing soldier, From his crest to his toe, Combating all darkness, His primary foe. Though 'tis unfair, It's the profession he chose, The longer he fights, The shorter he grows.
It could be a candle.
A dad and his four boys stand in line. All crowned, they toil in darkness. Another family they see, two birds of a feather. All of them together clad in leather.
What are they?
I am standing in California palace. The palace has five soldiers. Every soldier has five rooms. Each room has five big tigers and each tiger has five small tigers. Each tiger has four legs.
How many Legs are there in total?
