Answer:
What do you fill with empty hands?
The man who made it didn't need it. The man who bought it didn't use it. The man who used it didn't want it.
Gold in a leather bag, swinging on a tree, money after honey in its time. Ills of a scurvy crew cured by the sea, reason in its season but no rhyme.
The itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot variety is quite popular.
I am the hole in the night, the ever watchful eye. I return in a cycle, to enlighten the sky.
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?