Answer:
I have a neck but no head. I have a body but no arm. I have a bottom but no leg.
Of no use to one, Bliss to two. Men lie for it. The baby’s right,
Until I am measured I am not known, Yet how you miss me when I have flown.
Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high, Eastern art from ancient time, Name me now and solve this rhyme.
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not
The warmer I am the fresher I am.