Answer:
I went to the woods and got it, when i got it didn’t want it, looked for it, couldn’t find it so I took it home.
You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears.
What runs around all day. Then lies under the bed. With its tongue hanging out?
What gets wetter as it dries?
I bind it and it walks. I loose it and it stops.
Black we are and much admired. Many seek us if they are tired. We tire the horse, and comfort man, and turn White when we've fulfilled your plan.