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?
My first letter is in ocean but never in sea.
My second's in wasp but never in bee.
My third is in glider and also in flight.
My whole is a creature that comes out at night.
What am I?
It's small but larger than a bee,
And agile as a flea.
It hums but does not buzz,
And it's not covered with fuzz.
It is a small collector
Or juicy flower nectar,
What is it?
Placed above it makes greater things small.
Placed beside it makes small things greater.
In matters that counts it always comes first.
Where others increase it keeps all things the same.
What is it?
A harvest sown and reaped on the same day In an unplowed field, Which increases without growing, Remains whole though it is eaten Within and without, Is useless and yet The staple of nations. What is it?
Oh, how I love my dancing feet!
They stay together - oh so neat.
And when I want to walk a line,
They all stay together and do double time.
I count them up, ten times or more,
And race on-off, across the floor.