Answer:
When the horse strokes the cat, the wood begins to sing.
I have one eye. See near and far. I hold the moments you treasure and the things that make you weep.
You can hold it without using your hands or arms. What is it?
Kills the bad ones and the sad ones. Tightens to fit, so one size fits.
It's equally comfortable in an orchestra and a geometry textbook. What is it?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?