Answer:
I love to dance and twist and prance. I shake my tail, as away I sail. Wingless I fly into the sky.
You heart it speak, for it has a hard tongue. But it cannot breathe, for it has not a lung.
Though I have neither legs nor feet, my use is for to go; Although I cannot speak, I tell what others want to know
Though I wander the earth, I am no longer here. I am pale and I chill everyone near. Who am I?
My first is an insect; my second is a border; my whole puts the face in a tuneful disorder.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?