Answer:
My head and tail both equal are my middle slender as a bee. Whether I stand on head or heel Is quite the same to you or me. But if my head should be cut off the matter's true though passing strange directly I to nothing change.
Kings and queens may cling to power and the jesters may have their call. I am the most common but I can rule them all. What am I?
Two bodies have I, though both joined in one. The more I stand still the faster I run. What am I?
Six legs two heads two hands one long nose. Yet I use only four legs Wherever I go.
Soft and cuddly I'll pull on your heart. But take my last name and I'll tear you apart.
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.