Answer:
I am the kind of ant that's good at math.
Six letters do my name compound; among the aged oft I'm found; The shepherd also by the brook hears me when Leaning on his crook; but in the middle me divide and take the half on either side each backward read a liquor tell ev'ry gay toper knows it well.
The more it dries, the wetter it becomes. What is it?
I am a box who holds keys but not locks. With the right combination I may unlock your soul
I shrink smaller every time I take a bath. What am I?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.