Answer:
Face with a tree, skin like the sea. A great beast I am. Yet vermin frightens me.
These animals hang out in the mist.
What goes zub zub zub
While I did live, I food did give, which many one did daily eat. Now being dead, you see they tread me under feet about the street.
I'm a large gray animal with a trunk and tusks. What am I?
Of no use to one, Bliss to two. Men lie for it. The baby’s right,