Answer:
High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
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
Being able to interpret the letters on this screen proves that you have this quality.
It is a sound of empty, speak and it'll talk back plenty. But all the more you yack, you'll get the same words back.
What can be big, white, dirty and wicked?
I am owned by Old McDonald.