Answer:
I am always hungry I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
I have every color but no gold.
I move without wings Between silken string I leave as you find My substance behind.
What comes once in a year twice in a week but never in a day?
The more you take away from it the larger it becomes. What is it?
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.