Answer:
I love to dance and twist and prance. I shake my tail, as away I sail. Wingless I fly into the sky.
Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive!
By Moon or by Sun, I shall be found. Yet I am undone, if there's no light around
What bird can lift the heaviest weight?
What do angels sing in the shower?