Answer:
What can run but can’t walk?
My first is an insect; my second is a border; my whole puts the face in a tuneful disorder.
Alive without breath, As cold as death, Clad in mail never clinking, Never thirsty, ever drinking
Held firmly in the hands, like a sword it cuts deep. Bloodless strokes, all, then forward we leap.
What can you catch but not throw?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?