I am a precious little thing, dancing and eating all the time. Watch me from a distance, so you can feel my warm and gentle love. But don't come to close or my next meal you could be!
This thing runs but cannot walk, sometimes sings but never talks. Lacks arms, has hands; lacks a head but has a face.
Feed me and I live, give me drink and I die.
I am nothing really at all, Yet I am easily found; Ignore me at your own peril, and you might end up crowned!
When the day after tomorrow is yesterday. Today will be as far from Wednesday. As today was from Wednesday. When the day before yesterday was tomorrow. What is the day after this day?
I roam through the lands hoping to rescue my love. I search high and low and will stomp on you if you get in my way!