Answer:
I have a small hill with seven holes. What am I?
A thousand wheels but move I do not. Call me what I am call me a lot.
I pass before the sun but make no shadow. What am I?
I can only be played on a windy day. What am I?
First I may be your servant's name; then your desires I may proclaim; And when your mortal life is over hold all your wealth within my power.
Written on with words of white, Has the color of the night, Is the teacher's best delight, And a student's daily fright