Answer:
You hear me speak, for I have a hard tongue. But I cannot breathe, for I have not a lung. What am I?
My head and tail both equal are my middle slender as a bee. Whether I stand on head or heel Is quite the same to you or me. But if my head should be cut off the matter's true though passing strange directly I to nothing change.
You turn me over after you have traveled far. What am I?
I run around the streets all day. Under the bed or by the door I sit at night, never alone. My tongue hangs out, waiting to be fed during the day. What am I?
I sit high glowing and watch the world go by. Without me everything would seem dull and dangerous. What am I?
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.