Riddle: Like a cap, it is worn on the head, And its color, brown, yellow or red, May change much in, style If worn a great while. And look like a hank of white thread. What is it?
Riddle: He lived for days and months and years. Almost away from air, And never a leg nor arm had he, And never a lock of hair. But neither crippled nor lame was he. Nor had he a coat to wear. What is it?
Riddle: The songs she sings beneath bright moons Disturb my night's repose, But, oh, those whispery, rumbly tunes! She charms us all with those. You must come near and listen well To hear her rumble song. I've told enough so you should tell To whom these songs belong.What is it?
Riddle: A digger worked to get it, It took him all the day. And when, at last, he got it. What was it, anyway? So light you couldn't weigh it. No color one could see, Much bigger than the digger, What, then, could it be?
Riddle: I know a place where fellows go without a shoe or stocking. And no one tells them, "Go away!" Or thinks their costume is shocking. Each year I spend much of my time In that delightful place, And while I'm there, they don’t expect a boy to wash his face. What am I?
Riddle: Their trunks are all packed and they wave their salutes. Will they hurry away on the wing? Don’t worry, my dear; you’ll not lose them. Don't fear! They never do leave till the spring. What are they?