Answer:
I love to dance and twist and prance. I shake my tail, as away I sail. Wingless I fly into the sky.
A hole leading in, a hole leading out, we connect to a cavern that is slimy all throughout. What are we?
Always old, sometimes new. Never sad, sometimes blue. Never empty, sometimes full. Never pushes, always pulls.
A tiny bead, like fragile glass, strung along a cord of grass.
I have four legs but no tail. Usually I am heard only at night.
You use it between your head and your toes, the more it works the thinner it grows.