Answer:
I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken.
Though I have neither legs nor feet, my use is for to go; Although I cannot speak, I tell what others want to know
I tremble at each breath of air, and yet can heaviest burdens bear.
Plow and hoe, reap and sow, What soon does every farmer grow?
Hold the tail, while I fish for you.
I met a man on the London bridge, he tipped his hat and drew his name, in this riddle I told you his name. What is it?