Answer:
Round like a dishpan and smaller than a bathtub. But the ocean can't fill it. What is it?
We hurt without moving. We poison without touching. We bear the truth and the lies. We are not to be judged by our size.What are we?
Hoofed frolicking.
It is destruction made out of thin air, You hear it howl and give a prayer, Through barns and houses it will tear. It is a deadly funnel, Of violent and twisting air.
This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss.
I can only be played on a windy day