Answer:
Though it be cold I wear no clothes the frost and snow I never fear; I value neither shoes nor hose And yet I wander far and near: My diet is forever good I drink no cider port nor sack what Providence doth send for food I neither buy nor sell nor lack.
When I am caught I am thrown away. When I escape you itch all day.
I am expelled from you orally with a sound
I can be hairy and itchy all over. I can be the scariest thing you have ever seen. I stand in the middle of nowhere, hanging on a stick. What am I?
A piece of paper that takes most people 3 or 4 years to get.
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk