Answer:
I have a tongue, but do not talk. I follow close, but neither run nor walk. Coupled and hitched, but never married. You couldn't bear the load I've carried.
What is bought by the yard by is worn by the foot?
What goes through the door without pinching itself? What sits on the stove without burning itself? What sits on the table and is not ashamed?
A nut cracker up in a tree.
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?