Answer:
What is brown and sticky?
rub me and a genie might appear
You can read me both ways I wear; One way it's a number reversed a snare.
What force and strength cannot get through I with my unique teeth can do.
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind. 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.