RIDDLE OF THE DAY - DAILY RIDDLE

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?

Riddle: They are many and one, They wave and they drum, Used to cover a stare, They go with you everywhere. What are they?

Riddle: I bubble and laugh And spit water in your face. I am no lady, And I don't wear lace. What am I?

Riddle: A part of heaven, Though it touches the earth. Some say it's valuable, Others - no worth. What is it?

Riddle: Of these things - I have two. One for me - and one for you. And when you ask about the price, I simply smile and nod twice. What am I?

Riddle: Part pickle, part crazy, You can't call this flower lazy. It perks its head up with a snout And if it had a voice - I'm sure it'd shout. What is it?

Riddle: With thieves I consort, With the vilest, in short, I'm quite at ease in depravity; Yet all divines use me, And savants can't lose me, For I am the center of gravity. Who am I?

Riddle: Up a hill, Down a hill, Over them I may roam, But after all my walking, There's no place like my own. What am I?

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?

Riddle: Sleeping during the day, I hide away. Watchful through the night, I open at dawn's light. But only for the briefest time, Do I shine. And then I hide away, And sleep through the day. What am I?