Answer:
A tiny bead, like fragile glass, strung along a cord of grass.
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. And whoever knows it wants it not
I am a fire's best friend. When fat, my body fills with wind. When pushed to thin, through my nose I blow. Then you can watch the embers glow.
I can be cracked, I can be made. I can be told, I can be played.
We are five little objects of an everyday sort, You will find us all in a tennis court.
A word of five letters, Upside down is the same, A shark does this, But itβs not to blame. What is the word?