Answer:
They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own. What are they?
One by one we fall from heaven down into the depths of past, And our world is ever upturned so that yet some time weβll last.
They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own.
I am a box that holds keys without locks, yet they can unlock your soul.
Big as a biscuit, deep as a cup, but even a river canβt fill it up. What is it?
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.