Riddle: What has wings, But can not fly. Is enclosed, But can outside also lie. Can open itself up, Or close itself away. Is the place of kings and queens, And doggerel of every means. What is it upon which I stand? Which can lead us to different lands. What is it? Show Answer Hide Answer

Riddle: I am a strange creature, Hovering in the air, Moving from here to there, With a brilliant flare. Some say I sing, But others say I have no voice. So I just hum - as a matter of choice. What am I? Show Answer Hide Answer

Riddle: A red drum which sounds Without being touched, And grows silent, When it is touched. What is it? Show Answer Hide Answer

Riddle: Shifting, Shifting, Drifting deep. Below me great and mighty cities sleep. Swirling, Scurling, All around. I'm only where no water will be found. What am I? Show Answer Hide Answer

Riddle: Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters. What is it? Show Answer Hide Answer

Riddle: A laugh, A cry, A moan, A sigh. What am I? Show Answer Hide Answer

Riddle: A dagger thrust at my own heart, Dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand, and right I yield, To the twisting of the blade. What am I? Show Answer Hide Answer

Riddle: This thing all things devours: Birds, beasts, trees, flowers; Gnaws iron, bites steel; Grinds hard stones to meal, Slays king, ruins town, And beats high mountains down. What am I? Show Answer Hide Answer

Riddle: What do Christmas and crabs have in common? Show Answer Hide Answer

Riddle: I am used to bat with, yet I never get a hit. I am near a ball, yet it is never thrown. What am I? Show Answer Hide Answer