Answer:
I am in truth a yellow fork from tables in the sky by inadvertent fingers dropped the awful cutlery. Of mansions never quite disclosed and never quite concealed the apparatus of the dark to ignorance revealed.
I have a little pool with two layers of wall around it. One white and soft and the other dark and hard. What am I?
If you drop me I'm sure to crack. But give me a smile and I'll always smile back.
I have four wings, but cannot fly, I never laugh and never cry; On the same spot Iām always found, toiling away with little sound. What am I?
If you drop me I'm sure to crack but give me a smile and I'll always smile back. What am I?
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.