Answer:
A dagger thrust at my own heart, dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand, and right I yield, to the twisting of the blade.
My teeth are sharp, my back is straight, to cut things up it is my fate.
Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again.
What flies without wings?
Feed me and I live, give me drink and I die.
Why was the cook arrested?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?