Answer:
Who works when he plays and plays when he works?
My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face. Careering along, yet always in place, the thought has often come into my mind. If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.
The stack just might be sent all over. Full of what's new, yet it's nearly obsolete.
In your fire you hear me scream, creaking and whining, yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
I have four wings but cannot fly. I never laugh and never cry. On the same spot always found, toiling away with little sound.
What do angels sing in the shower?