My father came from Ireland, where folklore abounds. That means there are a lot of stories about ancient entities, leprechauns, screaming banshees, and magic. The Irish are famous for their literary accomplishments, from epic novels to heart-wrenching tales of woe. And … maybe even a riddle or two. Here is one of my father's favorites:
On yonder castle wall
A living creature gave its call
Its head was flesh and its mouth was horn
And such a thing was never born.
Can you guess what sort of creature it is?