I growl when I'm hungry
I beg, plead, and taunt
My antics embarrass
I get what I want.

Freakish, it has got three hands
The second is the third.

He bites
And after biting
He leaves his teeth behind
And those whom he has bitten
Are sequenced and aligned.

This worker bee's flightless
Though feathered is he.

I am a wheel
Yet bear no load
Neither do I
Meet the road.

Shouldn't you be in the sky?
Why, then, in the ocean lie?

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