Answer:
What has four legs during the day; and six or eight during the night?
What has roots as nobody sees, is taller than trees. Up, up it goes, and yet never grows?
My first is an insect; my second is a border; my whole puts the face in a tuneful disorder.
What is that you will break everytime you name it?
A slow, solemn square-dance of warriors feinting. One by one they fall, warriors fainting, thirty-two on sixty-four.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.