Come up and let us go. Go down and here we stay.
I move without wings, Between silken string, I leave as you find, My substance behind.
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.
I bubble and laugh and spit water in your face. I am no lady, and I don't wear lace.
What flares up and does a lot of good, and when it dies is just a piece of wood?
What animal dwells in water and best known for its work ethic?