Answer:
Do what he says and you'll be fine, don't and you lose the game.
When they are caught, they are thrown away. When they escape, you itch all day.
To cross the water I'm the way, for water I'm above. I touch it not and, truth to say, I neither swim nor move.
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
I can only be played on a windy day