Answer:
Though desert men once called me God, today men call me mad. For I wag my tail when I am angry. And growl when I am glad.
Of no use to one, Bliss to two. Men lie for it. The babyβs right,
Although my cow is dead, I still beat herΒ What a racket she makes.
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, grown in the darkness, a lady's delight.
What tree that definitely grows does not have a shadow and does not grow fruit?
You use it between your head and your toes, the more it works the thinner it grows.