Answer:
What is the most slipperiest country in the world?
My first is a heir; My second's a snare; my whole is the offspring of fancy; which I sent out of play upon Valentine's day As a token of love to my Nancy.
I'm the source of all emotion but I'm caged in a white prison.
I go around in circles but always straight ahead never complain no matter where I am led. What am I?
I move without wings, between silken strings. I leave as you find my substance behind. What am I?
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.