Answer:
I'm not really more than holes tied to more holes; I'm strong as good steel, though not as stiff as a pole.
I work when I play and play when I work. What am I?
I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red. What am I?
My rings are not worth much, but they do tell my age. What am I?
The thunder comes before the lightning, which comes before the cloud. The rain dries all the land it touches, wrapping the earth in a blood red shroud. What am I?
I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers. And crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.