Answer:
I have 24 keys but cannot open any locks. Sometimes loud, sometimes soft. What am I?
I am merry creature in pleasant time of year as in but certain seasons I sing that you can hear; And yet I'm made a by-word A very perfect mock; Compared to foolish persons And silliest of all folk.
Weight in my belly trees on my back nails in my ribs feet I do lack.
I think you live beneath a roof that is upheld by me; I think you seldom walk abroad but my fair form you see; I close you in on every side you very dwelling pave and probably I'll go with you At last into the grave.
I love to twist and dance. Though wingless, I fly high up into the sky. What am I?
I build up castles. I tear down mountains. I make some men blind. I help others to see.