Answer:
I am in truth a yellow fork from tables in the sky by inadvertent fingers dropped the awful cutlery. Of mansions never quite disclosed and never quite concealed the apparatus of the dark to ignorance revealed.
Four fingers and a thumb, yet flesh and blood I have none. What am I?
When it comes to me, you go on red and stops on green. What am I?
I am like thunder in your cranium
When young I am sweet in the sun. When middle-aged I make you gay. When old I am valued more than ever.
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