Answer:
I am black white and read all over.
I’m hard as a rock and as light as a feather. I’m passed on to one another. Poor people need me and rich people have me.
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust.
I am black within and red without; with four corners round about. What am I?
I am a house with two occupants sometimes one rarely three. Break the walls eat the boarders then throw away me.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?