A pet shop owner had a parrot with a sign on its cage that said "Parrot repeats everything it hears". Davey bought the parrot and for two weeks he spoke to it and it didn't say a word. He returned the parrot but the shopkeeper said he never lied about the parrot. How can this be?
A precious stone, as clear as diamond.
Seek it out whilst the sunโs near the horizon.
Though you can walk on water with its power,
Try to keep it, and itโll vanish in an hour.
What is it?
Armless, legless, I crawl around when Iโm young.
Then the time of changing sleep will come.
I will awake like a newborn, flying beast,
โtill then on the remains of the dead I feast.
Who am I?
A horrid monster hides from the day,
With many legs and many eyes.
With silver chains it catches prey,
And eats it all before it dies.
Yet in every cottage does it stay,
And every castle โneath the sky.
What is it?
People are hired to get rid of me.
Iโm often hiding under your bed.
In time Iโll always return you see.
Bite me and youโre surely dead.
What am I?
My first is in wield, sever bones and marrow.
My second is in blade, forged in cold steel.
My third is in arbalest, and also in arrows.
My fourth is in power, plunged through a shield.
My fifth is in honour, and also in vows
My last will put an end to it all.
What am I?
I do not breathe, but I run and jump.
I do not eat, but I swim and stretch.
I do not drink, but I sleep and stand.
I do not think, but I grow and play.
I do not see, but you see me every day.
What am I?
On my way to St. Ives,
I met a man with seven wives.
Each wife had seven sacks,
Each sack had seven cats,
Each cat had seven kits.
Kits, cats, sacks, wives,
How many were going to St. Ives?
I dig out tiny caves, and store gold and silver in them.
I also build bridges of silver and make crowns of gold.
They are the smallest you could imagine.
Sooner or later everybody needs my help,
yet many people are afraid to let me help them.
Who am I?
I make you weak at the worst of all times.
I keep you safe, I keep you fine.
I make your hands sweat, and your heart grow cold,
I visit the weak, but seldom the bold.
What am I?
As beautiful as the setting sun,
As delicate as the morning dew;
An angelโs dusting from the stars
that can turn the Earth into
A frosted moon.
What am I?
Inside me the adventurous find
Quests and treasures of every kind.
Trolls, goblins, orcs, and more, await
Within my closed walls for
All those that wish to visit me.
Your hands are the key
To secrets untold,
And your mind will unlock the door.
What am I?
A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky,
Atop a tender strand,
Rising from the land,
โTil killed by maidenโs hand,
Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.
What am I?
Of no use to one
Yet absolute bliss to two.
The small boy gets it for nothing.
The young man has to lie for it.
The old man has to buy it.
The babyโs right,
The loverโs privilege,
The hypocriteโs mask.
To the young girl, faith;
To the married woman, hope;
To the old maid, charity.
What am I?
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