Answer:
I am in truth a yellow fork from tables in the sky by inadvertent fingers dropped the awful cutlery. Of mansions never quite disclosed and never quite concealed the apparatus of the dark to ignorance revealed.
I have roots nobody sees. I am taller than trees. Up, up I go but I never grow. What am I?
I can sizzle like bacon, I am made with an egg. I peel layers like onions, but still remain whole. I can be long, like a flagpole, yet fit in a hole. What am I?
Send poorly behaved children to me and let them sit here. What am I?
What can be cracked before it's used?
I have feet on my head