Answer:
Walk on the living, they donβt even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?
What is black when it's clean and white when it's dirty?
I move without wings between silken strings. I leave as you find my substance behind
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.
What begins with T ends with T and has T in it?
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.