Answer:
I do not contain flesh feather or scales; yet I have fingers and thumbs.
I sleep by day, I fly by night. I have no feathers to aid my flight. What am I?
I'm tall I'm round and hollow Seems to get chewed a bit But you'll rarely see me unless the other end is lit.
My head and tail both equal are my middle slender as a bee. Whether I stand on head or heel Is quite the same to you or me. But if my head should be cut off the matter's true though passing strange directly I to nothing change.
Every night I'm told what to do, and each morning I do what I'm told. But I still don't escape your scold. What am I?
The warmer I am the fresher I am.