Answer:
The more you work the more I'll eat.You keep me full I'll keep you neat.
In your fire you hear me scream creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
My voice is tender my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say.
What belongs to you but others use it more than you do?
I will disappear every time you say my name. What am I?
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.