Answer:
Hands she has but does not hold, teeth she has but does not bite, feet she has but they are cold, eyes she has but without sight. Who is she?
They made me a mouth, but didn't give me breath. Water gives me life, but the sun brings me death.
A locked sphere without hinges or key. Break me open and golden treasures you'll see
Words come out of it, aligned in perfect silence. A messenger of black on white, a slinky fellow drawing lines, of thin and soft graphite
What speeds on a track but isn't in a race and has a whistle to announce its steady pace?
Before I grow I'm small. When I'm old I grow tall. When I die I give a mighty fall.