Answer:
It's anything but amusing when this body part gets hit.
Some live in me, some live on. And some shave me to stride upon. I rarely leave my native land. Until my death I always stand. High and low I may be found. Both above and below ground.
Hold the tail, while I fish for you.
What goes through the door without pinching itself? What sits on the stove without burning itself? What sits on the table and is not ashamed?
So cold, damp and dark this place. To stay you would refrain, yet those who occupy this place do never complain.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?