Answer:
What has to be broken before you can use it?
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not. What am I?
I am a tool for fairies.
I am natureβs way of applauding lightning.
My snake-like body cracks and burns. I cause pain but pleasure too. What am I?
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk