Answer:
Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
A harvest sown and reaped on the same day In an unplowed field, Which increases without growing, Remains whole though it is eaten Within and without, Is useless and yet The staple of nations.
I work when I play and play when I work.
What has six faces and twenty-one eyes?
What is that over the head and under the hat?
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail