Answer:
The itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot variety is quite popular.
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
I have a face, yet no senses. But I don't really care, because time is of the essence.
A little pool with two layers of wall around it. One white and soft and the other dark and hard. Amidst a light brown grassy lawn with an outline of a green grass.
What lies in a tunnel of darkness. That can only attack when pulled back?
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.