Answer:
Be sure to shout for its answers are weak, but there is no language it cannot speak.
What flares up and does a lot of good, and when it dies is just a piece of wood?
Thirty white horses on a red hill, First they champ, Then they stamp, Then they stand still.
When they are caught, they are thrown away. When they escape, you itch all day.
We are five little objects of an everyday sort. You will find us all in a tennis court.
You kick me, you punch me, and you beat me up all class. When you leave, you don't even say thanks for allowing you to beat me up. What am I?