Answer:
Thirty white horses on a red hill, First they champ, Then they stamp, Then they stand still.
I am nothing but holes tied to holes, yet am strong as iron.
What is it that makes tears without sorrow and takes its journey to heaven?
A hole in a pole, though I fill a hole in white. I'm used more by the day, and less by the night.
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
Why is the letter B always cool?