Answer:
White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
My sides are firmly laced about, Yet nothing is withinอพ You'll think my head is strange indeed, Being nothing else but skin.
I am the yellow hem of the sea's blue skirt.
What is lighter than what it is made of?
What has four legs during the dayอพ and six or eight during the night?
Do what he says and you'll be fine, don't and you lose the game.