Answer:
Soft and cuddly I'll pull on your heart. But take my last name and I'll tear you apart.
What is always coming but never arrives?
My head and tail both equal are my middle slender as a bee. Whether I stand on head or heel Is quite the same to you or me. But if my head should be cut off the matter's true though passing strange directly I to nothing change.
I am one with eight to spare, lest I lose my one. I'm not a number. What am I?
What do you call a pig that is no fun to be around?
Black we are and much admired. Many seek us if they are tired. We tire the horse, and comfort man, and turn White when we've fulfilled your plan.