Answer:
A word I know, six letters it contains. Subtract just one and twelve remains.
A hole leading in, a hole leading out, we connect to a cavern that is slimy all throughout. What are we?
What do you fill with empty hands?
What doesn't get any wetter, no matter how much rain falls on it?
It is greater than God and more evil than the devil. The poor have it, the rich need it, and if you eat it you'll die.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?