Answer:
I am a chair that can move. What am I?
Weight in my belly trees on my back nails in my ribs feet I do lack.
I am black when you buy me red when you use me when I turn white you know it’s time to throw me away.
No legs have I to dance, no lungs have I to breathe. No life have I to live or die, and yet I do all three. What am I?
My voice is tender, my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go, I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say. What am I?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.