When one gazes at my face
I’m running, but always in place
My father helps keep me alive and well
Even with a caged bird in my cell
Every hour the bird goes free
But soon is back in captivity
Now tell me, if you can,
Tell me what I am.
If to you, I’m given, you should thankfully receive,
Then look me over carefully, just don’t look at my teeth.
Show me to a cool stream and I’ll follow willingly,
Though I might not do what you want, although parched I may be,
But if you’re really hungry and are looking for a bite,
I don’t think you could eat me, even though you say you might.
Decipher all these clues and then together they should tie
To help you solve the question of which, of course, is “what am I?”