Answer:
When you take away the whole from me, there is always some left. What am I?
My voice is tender, my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go, I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say. What am I?
I go inside boots and outside shoes.
What goes up and down stairs without moving?
I am there when you sit, but gone when you stand. What am I?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.