Answer:
As round as an apple. As deep as a cup. All the king's horses can't pull it up.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?
Die without me, never thank me. Walk right through me, never feel me. Always watching, never speaking. Always lurking, never seen.
What has 4 legs in the morning, 2 legs in the evening and 3 legs in the night?
Put into a pit, locked beneath a grate, guarded through the night, yet it still goes out.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?