Answer:
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
It's like food but water kills it. What is it?
What is lighter than what it is made of?
We are five little objects of an everyday sort, You will find us all in a tennis court.
Within, I clean all that is bad and is old. I make juice thatβs the color of gold. Should I die, a filter machine would you need assembled to replace me and beans I resemble.
I can only be played on a windy day