Answer:
I can be cracked, I can be made. I can be told, I can be played.
Three little letters. A paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
What can be forever wound up but never annoyed?
I am the third from a sparkle bright, I thrive throughout the day and night. Deep in the path of a cows white drink. I've had thousands of millions of years to think. But one of my creatures is killing me. And so the question I ask to thee, is
You can only have it once you have given it.
What do angels sing in the shower?