Answer:
I hide but my head is outside.
What is the thing which, once poured out, cannot be gathered again?
The French word for 'fun size' in women's clothing.
Voiceless it cries, wingless flutters, toothless bites, mouthless mutters.
Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again.
I can only be played on a windy day