Answer:
Kings and queens may cling to power and the jester's got his call. But as you may discover the common one outranks them all. What am I?
I look like a tiny trombone
I am so delicious that I require a house to contain me.
I move without wings Between silken string I leave as you find My substance behind.
If a man carried my burden, he would break his back. I am not big but leave silver in my tracks. What am I?
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk