Answer:
Send poorly behaved children to me and let them sit here.
I am made of wood but can't be sawed? What am I?
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt my merest touch brings laughter.
I love to twist and dance. Though wingless, I fly high up into the sky. What am I?
You use me between your head and your toes the more I work the thinner I grow.
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.