We must race the race so we can face the face.
It had to be said. Anyways, today is well.
Well, well, well. Deep subject. Also wet.
One brick, two brick, red brick, blue brick.
I stand on one leg, a pole holds up my arms. My back is a peg, and live on a farm. My clothes are hand-me-downs, no riches, no rags; I don't eat a thing but my belly still sags.
What am I?