Answer:
What has one eye but cannot see?
The stack just might be sent all over. Full of what's new, yet it's nearly obsolete.
It is destruction made out of thin air, You hear it howl and give a prayer, Through barns and houses it will tear. It is a deadly funnel, Of violent and twisting air.
Today he is there to trip you up. And he will torture you tomorrow. Yet he is also there to ease the pain, when you are lost in grief and sorrow.
My teeth are sharp, my back is straight, to cut things up it is my fate.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.