Answer:
What do you call a pig that is no fun to be around?
The warmer I am the fresher I am.
I run around the streets all day. Under the bed or by the door I sit at night never alone. my tongue hangs out waiting to be fed during the day.
You heard me before and then again. Afterward I die until you call me again.
I go in dry and come out wet. The longer I stay in the stronger my surroundings get.
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.