Answer:
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
Round as a button, deep as a well. If you want me to talk, you must first pull my tail.
I'm white, I'm round, but not always around. Sometimes you see me, sometimes you don't.
Without this, eating food and Steven Spielberg's career would be very different.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.