Answer:
Jack and Jill when up the hill jack fell down
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk
Runs smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb!
I have two hands but cannot clap
I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken.
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.