Answer:
A house full, a yard full, a chimney full, no one can get a spoonful.
I wear a red robe, with staff in hand, and a stone in my throat.
You use a knife to slice my head. And weep beside me when I am dead.
What tastes better than it smells?
Just head and foot yet never tires of dancing.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?