Answer:
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
He stands beside the road. In a purple cap at tattered green cloak. Those who touch him, curse him.
My first is in fish but no in snail. My second is in rabbit but no in tail. My third is in up but not in down. My fourth is in tiara but not in crown. My fifth is in tree you plainly see. My whole a food for you and me.
What stays the same size no matter how much they weight?
What can be forever wound up but never annoyed?
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.