Answer:
What always goes to bed with its shoes on?
What goes through cities and fields but never moves?
I can be repeated but rarely in the same way. I can't be changed but can be rewritten. I can be passed down, but should not be forgotten. What am I?
My days are numbered. What am I?
My teeth are sharp my back is straight to cut things up it is my fate.
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.