Answer:
I like to twirl my body but keep my head up high. After I go in everything becomes tight
score in end zones.
Forward I am heavy backward I am not. What am I?
I am made by nature soft as silk; A puffy cloud white as milk; Snow tops this tropical crop; The dirtiest part of a mop.
I am alive without breath and cold as death. I am never thirsty but always drinking.
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