This thing all things devours:
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town
And beats high mountain down.
Ans:
Time
Alive without breath,
As cold as death;
Never thirsty,
ever drinking,
All in mail never clinking.
Ans:
Fish
Voiceless it cries,
Wingless flutters,
Toothless bites,
Mouthless mutters.
Ans:
Wind
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