Answer:
What goes through the door without pinching itself? What sits on the stove without burning itself? What sits on the table and is not ashamed?
So cold, damp and dark this place. To stay you would refrain, yet those who occupy this place do never complain.
Stealthy as a shadow in the dead of night, cunning but affectionate if given a bite. Never owned but often loved. At my sport considered cruel, but that's because you never know me at all.
When the son of the water returns to the parent, it dies. What is it?
Power enough to smash ships and crush roofs. Yet it still must fear the sun.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.