Answer:
What is put on a table, cut, but never eaten?
A nut cracker up in a tree.
A box without hinges, lock or key, yet golden treasure lies within.
You can spin, wheel and twist. But this thing can turn without moving.
I always run but never walk, I sometimes sing but cannot talk, No head on which a hat to place, You always look me in the face.
My flavors ranges from strawberry to toe.