I run over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night I sit not alone. My tongue hangs out, up and to the rear, awaiting to be filled in the morning. What am I?
Ans. Shoes!!!
You use a knife to slice my head and weep beside me when I am dead. What am I?
Ans. ONION!!!
I never was, am always to be,
No one ever saw me, nor ever will,
And yet I am the confidence of all
To live and breathe on this terrestrial ball.
What am I?
Ans. TOMORROW!!
I'm light as a feather, yet the strongest man can't hold me for much more than a minute.
What am I?
Ans. BREATH!!!
I am the black child of a white father, a wingless bird, flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in people that meet me, even though there is no cause for grief, and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air.
What am I?
Ans. SMOKE!!
I'm where yesterday follows today, and tomorrow's in the middle.
What am I?
Ans. Dictionary!!
At night they come without being fetched, and by day they are lost without being stolen.
What are they?
Ans. STARS!!!
In a marble hall white as milk
Lined with skin as soft as silk
Within a fountain crystal-clear
A golden apple doth appear.
No doors there are to this stronghold,
Yet thieves break in to steal its gold.
What is it??
Ans. AN EGG!!!
I am taken from a mine,
and shut up in a wooden case,
from which I am never released,
and yet I am used by almost everybody.
What am I?
Ans. Pencil's graphite!!
I am around long before dawn.
But by lunch I am usually gone.
You can see me summer, fall, and spring.
I like to get on everything.
But when winter winds start to blow;
Burr, then it's time for me to go!
What am I?
Ans. DEW!!!