Answer:
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive!
What wears a coat in the winter and pants in the summer?
Who makes it, has no need of it. Who buys it, has no use for it. Who uses it can neither see nor feel it. What is it?
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 met a man and drew his name. He tipped his hat and played my game. What is his name?