Answer:
I am a beverage named after a stick.
What invention lets you look right through a wall?
Weight in my belly, trees on my back, nails in my ribs, feet I do lack. What am I?
I go in hard come out soft. Blow me hard and I’ll make a pop.
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind. What am I?
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