Answer:
Whatโs black in the morning, red in the afternoon, and white at night?
Turns us on our backs, and open up our stomachs. You will be the wisest of men though at start a lummox.
Searing 'cross the pitchยญ-black skies, I scream in celebration, Yet moments later, my outburst through, I am naught but imagination.
They try to beat me, they try in vain. And when I win, I end the pain.
I have an eye but cannot see, You'll head inside when you see me.
you hold my tail while I fish for you