Answer:
What kind of running means walking?
It is destruction made out of thin air, You hear it howl and give a prayer, Through barns and houses it will tear. It is a deadly funnel, Of violent and twisting air.
So cold, damp and dark this place. To stay you would refrain, yet those who occupy this place do never complain.
When it is alive we sing, when it is dead we clap our hands. What is it?
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?