Answer:
To cross the water I'm the way. For water I'm above I touch it not and truth to say I neither swim nor move.
Break me and I am better immediately set and harder to be broken again.
You throw away my outside, you cook my inside. Then you eat my outside and you throw away my inside. What am I?
Before I grow I'm small. When I'm old I grow tall. When I die I give a mighty fall.
I run around the streets all day. Under the bed or by the door I sit at night, never alone. My tongue hangs out, waiting to be fed during the day. What am I?
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.