Answer:
What asks but never answers?
At the sound of me, one may dream or stamp their feet, At the sound of me, one may laugh or sometimes weep.
My prefix is food. My suffix is rude. My infix comes in rounds. I keep you off the ground. What Am I?
Soft and fragile is my skin, I get my growth in mud. Iβm dangerous as much as pretty, for if not careful, I draw blood.
Although my cow is dead, I still beat herΒ What a racket she makes.
Strip the skin under my skin, and my flesh you'll reveal. It tastes sweet and tart, now throw out the peel. What is it?