Answer:
I look at you you look at me I raise my right you raise your left.
It's been around for millions of years but is never more than a month old. What is it?
My head and tail both equal are my middle slender as a bee. Whether I stand on head or heel Is quite the same to you or me. But if my head should be cut off the matter's true though passing strange directly I to nothing change.
I turn around once. What is out will not get in. I turn around again. What is in will not get out.
Two in a whole and four in a pair. Six in a trio you see. Eight's a quartet but what you must get is the name that fits just one of me.
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.