Answer:
Tall when seated, short when standing.
It's black and every time it speaks it says its name.
What spends the day at the window, goes to the table for meals and hides at night?
From that which comes within itself, It builds its table on my shelf.
A warrior amongs the flowers, He bears a thrusting sword. Able and ready to use, To guard his golden hoard.
What did the baby corn say to its mother?