Answer:
A cowboy rode into Friday. He stayed in town for three days and rode back on friday. How is that possible?
Tool of thief, toy of queen. Always used to be unseen. Sign of joy, sign of sorrow. Giving all likeness borrowed.
A hole leading in, a hole leading out, we connect to a cavern that is slimy all throughout. What are we?
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
You heard me before, yet you hear me again, then I die. Until you call me again.
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail