Answer:
Who eats a lot of iron without getting sick?
The ones who see it may go blind, Contracting the fool's madness. You have to dig to find it, Crush big stones or mine it. Wash dirt clumps in a pan and wait for it to settle, A shiny, precious metal.
What flies without wings?
Lives without a body, hears without ears, speaks without a mouth, to which the air alone gives birth. What is it?
Three lives have I. Gentle enough to soothe the skin. Light enough to caress the sky. Hard enough to crack rocks.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.