Answer:
Sing me to a baby about to go to sleep.
I stand in one place yet fill the whole room. I can be filled with molten rock and come in every hue. What am I?
I am merry creature in pleasant time of year as in but certain seasons I sing that you can hear; And yet I'm made a by-word A very perfect mock; Compared to foolish persons And silliest of all folk.
Men seize me from my home tear apart my flesh drink the sweet blood then cast my skin aside.
The more you work, the more I'll eat.You keep me full, I'll keep you neat. What am I?
Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.