Answer:
What is born long, dies short, and spends its life leaving a trail?
Don't forget to do this before blowing out the candles.
It moves around in circles. We see it as we turn. It keeps us always warm. Always alive and always dying, Across the sky we see it flying, But touch it and we burn.
What dresses for summer and sheds in the winter?
What is yours but only used by others?
Of no use to one, Bliss to two. Men lie for it. The baby’s right,