Answer:
Who works when he plays and plays when he works?
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
Without a bridle, or a saddle, across a thing I ride a-straddle. And those I ride, by help of me, though almost blind, are made to see.
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
What always goes to bed with his shoes on?
The strangest creature you'll ever find: Two eyes in front and many many more behind.