Answer:
In buckles or lace, they help set the pace. The farther you go, the thinner they grow.
The land was white the seed was black it'll take a good scholar to riddle me that. What is it?
I love to dance and twist and prance. I shake my tail, as away I sail. Wingless I fly into the sky.
You can spin, wheel and twist, but this thing can turn without moving. What is it?
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
I can only be played on a windy day