Answer:
I am enjoyed with a pot and some pointy sticks.
Cold head and feet; round as a ball; always turning around myself.
What goes into the water black and comes out red?
I'm not a bird but I can fly through the sky. I'm not a river but I'm full of water.
What has a head and a tail, but no body or legs?
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.