Answer:
What loses its head in the morning and gets it back at night?
What holds names and memories which are not its own?
At the sound of me, one may dream or stamp their feet, At the sound of me, one may laugh or sometimes weep.
What can you fold but not crease?
We travel much, yet prisoners are, and close confined to boot. Yet with any horse, we will keep the pace, and will always go on foot.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?