WHAT AM I RIDDLES

To you, rude would I never be, Though I flag my tongue for all to see.

What am I?

I can be hairy and itchy all over. I hang on a stick. I can be the scariest thing you have ever seen. I stand in the middle of nowhere.

What am I?

Double my number, I'm less than a score, half of my number is less than four. Add one to my double when bakers are near, days of the week are still greater, I fear.

What am I?

Metal or bone I may be, many teeth I have and always bared, yet my bite harms no one and ladies delight in my touch.

What am I?

A skin have I, more eyes than one. I can be very nice when I am done. What am I?

You can use me to say hello,

And to say goodbye.

I'm no good when I'm too dry,

I can be quick or I can be slow.

What am I?

I have legs but walk not, a strong back but work not, two good arms but reach not, a seat but sit and tarry not.

What am I?

The higher I climb, the hotter I engage, I can not escape my crystal cage.

What am I?

I run around the city but never move.

 What am I?

I welcome the day with a show of light, I steathily came here in the night. I bathe the earthy stuff at dawn, But by the noon, alas! I'm gone.

What am I?