Answer:
What gets wetter as it dries?
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
Alive without breath, As cold as death, Clad in mail never clinking, Never thirsty, ever drinking
I cost no money to use, or conscious effort to take part of. And as far as you can see, there is nothing to me. But without me, you are dead.
A mighty weapon in the war against winged household pests.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?