Answer:
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk
Lives without a body, hears without ears, speaks without a mouth, to which the air alone gives birth. What is it?
The sun bakes them, the hand breaks them, the foot treads on them, and the mouth tastes them.
A hole leading in, a hole leading out, we connect to a cavern that is slimy all throughout. What are we?
A house full, a yard full, a chimney full, no one can get a spoonful.
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.