The day dawns twice, The night sets twice, Yet only Twenty-four hours have passed. What am I?

Gee, it’s a type of butter. Could you clarify that for me?

I never stay the same for long, yet you insist my shape is a horse or swan. You point and argue, laugh and vow, but look! I’m already different now.

I am shaped perfectly for the hands, I refer to you, both in real life and online, I refer to the money that was put on the table, regardless if won or lost I am your understanding, your control I am your responsibility over a group I am how you take in the details of a thing as you take a closer look I am the pressure you put up with

In the burrowed halls of earth, a stripey knight does dwell. Fierce in fight, yet small in might, its tales the woods do tell.