My first letter is in sea but not in ocean,
The second is in change but not in motion.
My third letter in boat but never in ship,
And the fourth is in travel as well as in trip.
The fifth letter is in dark but not in caves,
And my whole is a triangle popping up from the waves.
What am I?
My first letter is in cloud, but never in sky.
The second is in roll but not in lie,
My third letter is in water but not in trees.
My whole makes you milk, kefir, and cheese.
What am I?
My first letter is in follow but not in lead, and the second is in write but not in read.
My third letter is in sky but not in cloud, my fourth is in humble but not in proud.
My all makes circles in a bowl, or lies on a plate cooked up whole.
What am I?
My first letter is in ocean but never in sea.
My second's in wasp but never in bee.
My third is in glider and also in flight.
My whole is a creature that comes out at night.
What am I?
Oh, how I love my dancing feet!
They stay together - oh so neat.
And when I want to walk a line,
They all stay together and do double time.
I count them up, ten times or more,
And race on-off, across the floor.
It's small but larger than a bee,
And agile as a flea.
It hums but does not buzz,
And it's not covered with fuzz.
It is a small collector
Or juicy flower nectar,
What is it?
I have no sword, I have no spear,
Yet rule a horde that many fear,
My soldiers fight with a wicked sting,
I rule with might, yet I'm no king.
What am I?
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