Answer:
What travels from house to house and is sometimes narrow and sometimes wide but always stays outside?
When the horse strokes the cat, the wood begins to sing.
My first is in wield, sever bones and marrow. My second is in blade, forged in cold steel. My third is an arbalest, and also in arrows. My fourth is in power, plunged through a shield. My fifth is in honor, and also in vows. My last will put an end to it all.
You can only have it once you have given it.
I can sizzle like bacon, I am made with an egg. I have plenty of backbone, but lack a good leg. I peel layers like onions, but still remain whole. I can be long, like a flagpole, yet fit in a hole.
What did the baby corn say to its mother?