Riddle:
What do you call a tavern of blackbirds?
Answer: A crowbar.
Riddle:
What's nowhere, but everywhere except where something is?
Answer: Nothing.
Riddle:
I'm always with a group, but I do not blend in. What am I?
Answer: An individual.
Riddle:
I am never right. I am often mistaken for being true. I am deceptive and many people use me as an enemy disguised as a friend. What am I?
Answer: A lie.
Riddle:
I start the day small and round. Buried alive without a frown. I am fed and nourished where I stay, slowly growing in a patient way. Finally I break through my dark brown cage. Reaching towards a puffy lane. But I will never be truly free, from the cage that always binds me What am I?
Answer: A Seed.
Riddle:
Three Brothers share a family sport, a nonstop marathon. The oldest one is fat and short And trudges slowly on. The middle brother's tall and slim, and keeps a steady pace The youngest runs just like the wind, going swiftly through the race "He's young in years, we let him run," the other brothers say. "Though he is surely number one, he's also second in a way. What are we?
Answer: Hands on a Clock.
Riddle:
We are little Verbal creatures. Each of us with different features. The first of us in glass is set. The second you can find in jet. The third is trapped in tin. The fourth is boxed within. Now the fifth may try and hide, but it can never leave your side. An adopted sibling we also have but, he only appears when pigs fly. What are we?
Answer: The vowels A, E, I, O, U and sometimes Y.
Riddle:
A blanket of crystals that covers all. Nothing can escape its fall. It will put you to sleep in a harsh way, and you will never again see the day It's on the earth always and forever, part of our lives leaving, never. Floats and falls like little butterflies. Catch them and they will surely die. What am I?
Answer: Snow.
Riddle:
Every famine begins with me. Each fight I'll be the first you see. Though food can never come without, what forest fire beginnings are all about. Fears begin with me it is true, and when I come I'll bring flames for you. But with the hungry I wont be found. Yet with each new life I'll be around. What am I?
Answer: The letter F.
Riddle:
It's true I am hot and cold, and I'm always with the old. Youth requires what life does not see, and the heart of groups requires me. I stand alone within all holes, never to see the light of day. Let my turmoil bring you joy since I don't ever make you pay. What am I?
Answer: The letter O.
