Answer:
What is the thing which, once poured out, cannot be gathered again?
My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face. Careering along, yet always in place, the thought has often come into my mind. If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.
What can be big, white, dirty and wicked?
Jack and Jill when up the hill jack fell down
Take off my skin, I won't cry, but you will.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.