Answer:
I love to dance and twist and prance. I shake my tail, as away I sail. Wingless I fly into the sky.
Three little letters. A paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
What is it that no man ever yet did see, which never was, but always is to be?
A blind man enters a maze, and the entrance closes behind him. His only way out is to solve the maze. A long time passes, and he exits the maze through the correct exit. How did he solve the maze?
Up on high I wave away but not a word can I say.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?