Answer:
I love to dance and twist and prance. I shake my tail, as away I sail. Wingless I fly into the sky.
Without this, eating food and Steven Spielberg's career would be very different.
A little pool with two layers of wall around it. One white and soft and the other dark and hard. Amidst a light brown grassy lawn with an outline of a green grass.
I am the third from a sparkle bright, I thrive throughout the day and night. Deep in the path of a cows white drink. I've had thousands of millions of years to think. But one of my creatures is killing me. And so the question I ask to thee, is
It is destruction made out of thin air, You hear it howl and give a prayer, Through barns and houses it will tear. It is a deadly funnel, Of violent and twisting air.
I’m grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.