Answer:
A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground It holds pale gems of blue.
Late afternoons I often bathe. I'll soak in water piping hot. My essence goes through. My see through clothes. Used up am I - I've gone to pot.
My teeth are sharp, my back is straight, to cut things up it is my fate.
Lighter than what I am made of, More of me is hidden Than is seen.
I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
What do angels sing in the shower?