Answer:
This thing runs but cannot walk, sometimes sings but never talks. Lacks arms, has handsΝΎ lacks a head but has a face.
A shimmering field that reaches far. Yet it has no tracks, And is crossed without paths.
Jack and Jill when up the hill jack fell down
People are hired to get rid of me. I'm often hiding under your bed. In time I'll always return you see. Bite me and you're surely dead.
I have split the one into five. I am the circle that few will spy. I am the path that breaks and gives. I am the bow no man may bend.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?