Answer:
A hole leading in, a hole leading out, we connect to a cavern that is slimy all throughout. What are we?
A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden's hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.
Don't do this in the shallow end.
What is it that given one, you’ll have either two or none?
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
The strangest creature you'll ever find: Two eyes in front and many many more behind.