Answer:
What runs around all day. Then lies under the bed. With its tongue hanging out?
What surrounds the world, yet dwells within a thimble?
Who is he that runs without a leg. And his house on his back?
A muttered rumble was heard from the pen, and I, in my walking stopped to look in. What was this I saw? A massive beast, hoofed, and jawed. With spikes upon its mighty brow, I watched as he struck the turf and prowled. And yet for all of his magnificence, he couldn't get out of that wooden fence.
At night I come without being fetched. By day I am lost without being stolen.
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.