Answer:
Though it be cold I wear no clothes the frost and snow I never fear; I value neither shoes nor hose And yet I wander far and near: My diet is forever good I drink no cider port nor sack what Providence doth send for food I neither buy nor sell nor lack.
I'm not really more than holes tied to more holes; I'm strong as good steel, though not as stiff as a pole.
If you drop me I'm sure to crack. But give me a smile and I'll always smile back.
What goes up and down, but does not move?
I can be heard in a court or carried with you.
What do people want the least on their hands?