Answer:
Though desert men once called me God, today men call me mad. For I wag my tail when I am angry. And growl when I am glad.
What is eaten but not grown and was born in water but will disappear if soaked?
I move without wings, Between silken string, I leave as you find, My substance behind.
My first is twice in apple but not once in tart. My second is in liver but not in heart. My third is in giant and also in ghost. Whole Iām best when I am roast.
In we go, out we go. All around and in a row. Always, always steady flow. When we'll stop, you'll never known. In we go, out we go.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?