Answer:
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?
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk
You use a knife to slice my head. And weep beside me when I am dead.
Although my cow is dead, I still beat herΒ What a racket she makes.
You can see nothing else, When you look in my face, I will look you in the eye, And I will never lie.
Iβm grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.