Answer:
I have many feathers to help me fly. I have a body and head, but I'm not alive. It is your strength which determines how far I go. You can hold me in your hand, but I'm never thrown.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.
My sides are firmly laced about, Yet nothing is withinΝΎ You'll think my head is strange indeed, Being nothing else but skin.
I have four wings but cannot fly. I never laugh and never cry. On the same spot always found, toiling away with little sound.
Bright as diamonds, Loud as thunder, Never still, A thing of wonder.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?