I have four wings, but cannot fly, I never laugh and never cry; On the same spot I'm always found, toiling away with little sound. What am I?

I can be cracked, I can be made. I can be told, I can be played. What am I?

Take one out and scratch my head, I am now black but once was red. What am I?

I have no life, but I can die. What am I?

Every night I'm told what to do, and each morning I do what I'm told. But I still don't escape your scold. What am I?

You cut me, slice me, dice me, and all the while, you cry. What am I ?

You go at red, but stop at green. What am I?

I'm lighter than what I am made of, and more of me is hidden than is seen. What am I?

You heard me before, and then again. Afterward, I die, until you call me again. What am I?

I have a tail and a head, but no body. What am I?

I have eyes but I can't see. I live in the dark until you need me. What am I?

I'm tall when I'm young, and I'm short when I'm old, what am I?

I have branches, but no fruit, trunk or leaves. What am I?

I am served at a table, In gatherings of two or four. Served small, white, and round. You'll love some, and that's part of the fun. What am I?

This riddle is about a room, but it won't really make you think. It's the one with a dishwasher, a fridge-freezer, oven, and sink. What am I?