Answer:
Thirty white horses on a red hill, First they champ, Then they stamp, Then they stand still.
Though desert men once called me God, today men call me mad. For I wag my tail when I am angry. And growl when I am glad.
Many have heard it, but nobody has ever seen it. It will not speak until spoken to. What is it?
As destructive as life, As healing as death; An institutioner of strife, Just as prone to bless. It is all that is good, Yet with an evil trend; As it was the beginning of things, It can also be the end.
A man who was outside in the rain without an umbrella or hat didn’t get a single hair on his head wet. Why?
What do angels sing in the shower?