Answer:
I hide but my head is outside.
What’s black in the morning, red in the afternoon, and white at night?
I saw a strange creature. Long, hard, and straight, thrusting into a round, dark opening. Preparing to discharge its load of lives. Puffing and squealing noises accompanied it, then a final screech as it slowed and stopped.
They belong to me; they belong to you; They can make you feel happy or make you feel blue; They never end until the day you do.
I have legs but walk not, a strong back but work not. Two good arms but reach not. A seat but sit and tarry not.
I’m grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.