Its mouth music
Its tail a fork.
(Swallow)
My first is in fish and also in chips,
My second's in mouth but not in lips,
My third is ache but not in pain,
My fourth is my third all over again,
My fifth is in pupil but isn't in class,
My whole is a beast that feeds on the grass.
(Sheep)
I move silently without wings,
Between silvery, silken strings,
And there stretched in the grass
You'll see my web as you pass.
(Spider)
I'm a busy active creature,
Full of mirth and play by nature,
Nimbly I skip from tree to tree,
To get the food that's fit for me,
Then let me hear, if you can tell,
What is my name and where I dwell.
(Squirrel)
I have a bushy tail
And bright, brown eyes,
My home is in a thee
I've built up high,
When snow is on the ground,
Before summer ends
My food I'll have found
(Squirrel)
I am slow I am.
Slowest of the slow I am.
In my tree I am.
(Sloth)
When I raise my tail,
Expressing my displeasure,
Even wolves make tracks.
(Skunk)
A squirrel has a bushy one.
It starts with a T.
My dog has a happy one.
She wags it for me.
(Tail)
He rows quickly with four oars
But never comes out from under his own roof?
(Turtle)
I can not fly, I can not run,
I shelter from the mid-day sun,
Upon my back my house is placed,
I crawl along, but once I raced,