Answer:
From that which comes within itself, It builds its table on my shelf.
A mysterious, fantastic creature, It has one defining feature, And for humans at their worst, In their eyes it's just a horse
I'm a bird that can repeat the words you say. What am I?
I'm a lion with a human head. Guess my Riddle or you'll be dead.
I am slow and carry my house wherever I go but I am not a turtle. I leave a slimy trail behind me. What am I?
What is it that no man ever saw, which never was, but always will be?