Answer:
I move without wings Between silken string I leave as you find My substance behind.
I have memories, but none of my own. Whatever's on my inside is what is shown. If I'm ever different, it's because you changed me. I feel like a decoration, here for you to arrange me. What am I?
I sleep by day, I fly by night. I have no feathers to aid my flight. What am I?
I am black within and red without With four corners round about.
Though desert men once called me God today men call me mad. For I wag my tail when I am angry. And growl when I am glad.
Though not a plant, has leaves. Though not a beast, has spine. Though many wouldn't need this thing, It's more valuable than wine.