Answer:
What is that which, while it lives, constantly changes its habit, that is buried before it is dead, and whose tomb is valued wherever it is found?
What jumps when it walks and sits when it stands?
Though desert men once called me God, today men call me mad. For I wag my tail when I am angry. And growl when I am glad.
To you, rude would I never be, Though I flag my tongue for all to see.
I am wingless but airborne, and when I meet your gaze tears will fall from your eyes. What am I?
What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?