Answer:
You throw me out when you want to use me and you take me in when you don't want to use me. Who am I?
This thing all things devours: Birds, beasts, trees, flowers; Gnaws iron, bites steel; Grinds hard stones to meal; Slays king, ruins town, And beats high mountains down.
What is it that you must give before you can keep it.
Break it and it is better, immediately set and harder to break again
I cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me finally. Only when he last closes his eyes.
What do angels sing in the shower?