Answer:
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 travels from house to house and is sometimes narrow and sometimes wide but always stays outside?
What measures out time until in time all is smashed to it?
Iron roof, glass walls, burns and burns and never falls.
I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken.
What do you call a skeleton that makes you laugh and giggle when youβre sad?