Answer:
What holds names and memories which are not its own?
Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.
What has to be broken before it can be used?
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not. What is it?
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?