Answer:
Break me and I am better, immediately set and harder to be broken again. What am I?
I look like a tiny trombone
To you, rude would I never be, though I flag my tongue for all to see. What am I?
Walk on the living, they donβt even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?
I go inside boots and outside shoes.
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.