Answer:
I need to be taken from you before you can have me.
I cannot be bought, cannot be sold, even if I'm sometimes made of gold. What am I?
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 is full of holes but still holds water?
With a halo of water and a tongue of wood; stone as skin long I stood.
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