Answer:
What is that over the head and under the hat?
Today he is there to trip you up. And he will torture you tomorrow. Yet he is also there to ease the pain, when you are lost in grief and sorrow.
By the way, what never moves, wears shoes, sandals and boots, but has no feet?
It is destruction made out of thin air, You hear it howl and give a prayer, Through barns and houses it will tear. It is a deadly funnel, Of violent and twisting air.
Tool of thief, toy of queen. Always used to be unseen. Sign of joy, sign of sorrow. Giving all likeness borrowed.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.