Answer:
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go thought follows close behind.
I have palms but not on hands I offer foods from distant lands When at my peak you'll see me smoke I'm famous for my friendly folk My flowers grow and yet they lay There's fire where a man will play.
Four leaves I have.
I run around the streets all day. Under the bed or by the door I sit at night never alone. my tongue hangs out waiting to be fed during the day.
If there is a bee in my hand, what is in my eye?
Give it food and it will live, give it water and it will die.