Answer:
I have legs but never walk, I may have flowers but no soil, I hold food but never eat.
You will find me with four legs, but no hair. People ride me for hours, but I don't go anywhere without needing to be tugged. Jerked or turned on, I always manage to be ready for work.
As round as an apple. As deep as a cup. All the king's horses can't pull it up.
You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears.
This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss.
What did the baby corn say to its mother?