Answer:
What has a head, a tail, is brown, and has no legs?
They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own.
I am a good state, there can be no doubt of it; But those who are in, entirely are out of it.
Put into a pit, locked beneath a grate, guarded through the night, yet it still goes out.
Iron roof, glass walls, burns and burns and never falls.
I can only be played on a windy day