Answer:
Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again.
We are five little objects of an everyday sort. You will find us all in a tennis court.
Covered in stone and sun. It's home to many but also none. What is it?
It's like food but water kills it. What is it?
I am nothing but holes tied to holes, yet am strong as iron.
Black we are and much admired. Many seek us if they are tired. We tire the horse, and comfort man, and turn White when we've fulfilled your plan.