Answer:
I am beautiful up in the sky. I am magical yet I cannot fly. To people I bring luck to some people riches. The boy at my end does whatever he wishes
I am owned by Old McDonald.
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.
What force and strength cannot get through, I with my unique teeth can do. What am I?
I reach for the sky, but clutch to the ground. Sometimes I leave, but I am always around. What am I?
What sphinxes employ and players enjoy.