Answer:
What is round as a dishpan, deep as a tub, and still the oceans couldn't fill it up?
What can be filled with empty hands?
What surrounds the world, yet dwells within a thimble?
I always run but never walk, I sometimes sing but cannot talk, No head on which a hat to place, You always look me in the face.
I make you weak at the worst of all times. I keep you safe, I keep you fine. I make your hands sweat. And your heart grow cold. I visit the weak, but seldom the bold.
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.