Answer:
What goes around and around the wood, but never goes into the wood?
I hide but my head is outside.
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
Blend a teapot shot so the pearlies wonβt rot!
A slow, solemn square-dance of warriors feinting. One by one they fall, warriors fainting, thirty-two on sixty-four.
Before I grow I'm small. When I'm old I grow tall. When I die I give a mighty fall.