Answer:
What goes around the wood but never goes into the wood?
Sometimes dark and sometimes bright I make my way among twinkling lights. Seas and oceans obey my call yet mountains I cannot move at all. My face is marred and gray But I'm majestic anyway
I can sizzle like bacon, I am made with an egg. I peel layers like onions, but still remain whole. I can be long, like a flagpole, yet fit in a hole. What am I?
I am always around you but often forgotten. I am pure and clean most of the time, but occasionally rotten. What am I?
I go up but never come down. What am I?
It has no top or bottom, but it can hold flesh, bones, and blood all at the same time.