Riddle: Fifty is my first. Nothing is my second. Five just makes my third. My fourth, a vowel, is reckoned. Now to find my name, Fit my parts together. I die if I grow cold, but never fear cold weather. What am I?
Riddle: My first four letters describe a bouncy toy. My last four letters mean crazy. I am both tall and short, long and narrow. I scream when you poke me. What am I?