Answer:
My head bobs lazily in the sun. You think I'm cute. For my face is yellow my hair is white and my body is green.
Though desert men once called me God, today men call me mad. For I wag my tail when I am angry. And growl when I am glad.
It cannot be seen, it weighs nothing, but when put into a barrel, it makes it lighter.
What can be big, white, dirty and wicked?
What is eaten but not grown and was born in water but will disappear if soaked?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?