A
WHAT HAS HANDS BUT CANNOT CLAP
A CLOCK
WHAT GETS WET WHILE DRYING
A TOWEL
WHAT HAS ONE EYE, BUT CANNOT SEE
A NEEDLE
WHAT HAS A NECK, BUT NO HEAD
A BOTTLE
I HAVE A HEAD, AND A TAIL, BUT NO BODY. WHAT AM I?
A COIN
I AM AN ODD NUMBER. TAKE AWAY ONE LETTER, AND I AM EVEN. WHAT AM I
SEVEN
I FOLLOW YOU EVERYWHERE, BUT DISAPPEAR WHEN IT GETS DARK. WHAT AM I?
IF I HAVE IT, I DONT SHARE IT. IF I SHARE IT, I DONT HAVE IT. WHAT AM I?
A SECRET
THE MORE YOU TAKE, THE MORE YOU LEAVE BEHIND. WHAT AM I?
FOOT STEPS
I CAN BE CAUGHT, BUT CANNOT BE THROWN. WHAT AM I?
A COLD
POOR PEOPLE HAVE IT. RICH PEOPLE HAVE IT. IF YOU EAT IT YOU DIE. WHAT IS IT?
NOTHING
I RUN BUT NEVER WALK. MURMUR, BUT NEVER TALK. I HAVE A BED, BUT NEVER SLEEP. I HAVE A MOUTH, BUT NEVER EAT. WHAT AM I?
A RIVER
THE PERSON WHO MAKES IT, HAS NO NEED OF IT. THE PERSON WHO BUYS IT, HAS NO USE FOR IT. THE PERSON WHO USES IT, CAN NEITHER SEE NOR FEEL IT. WHAT IS IT?
A COFFIN
A COWBOY RIDES INTO TOWN ON FRIDAY. STAYS THREE DAYS. THEN LEAVES ON FRIDAY. HOW?
THE HORSES NAME IS FRIDAY.
UNTIL I AM MEASURED, I AM NOT KNOW. YET HOW YOU MISS ME, WHEN I HAVE FLOWN. WHAT AM I?
TIME
I SPEAK WITHOUT A MOUTH, AND HEAR WITHOUT EARS. I HAVE NO BODY, AND I COME ALIVE WITH WIND. WHAT AM I?
AN ECHO
I HAVE CITIES, BUT NO HOUSES. I HAVE MOUNTAINS, BUT NO TREES. I HAVE WATER, BUT NO FISH. WHAT AM I?
A MAP
THERE ARE TWO FATHERS AND TWO SONS IN A ROOM. YET THERE ARE THREE PEOPLE. HOW?
WHAT GOES ON FOUR LEGS IN THE MORNING, TWO LEGS IN THE AFTERNOON, AND 3 LEGS IN THE EVENING.
A HUMAN
I CUT THROUGH EVIL LIKE A DOUBLE EDGED SWORD AND CHAOS FLEES AT MY APPROACH. BALANCE I SINGLE HANDEDLY UPRAISE, THROUGH BATTLES FOUGHT WITH HEART AND MIND, INSTEAD OF WITH MY GAZE.
JUSTICE
TOMORROW IS NEITHER WEDNESDAY OR THURSDAY. YESTERDAY WAS NOT FRIDAY OR SATURDAY. TODAY IS NOT THURSDAY, NOR MONDAY, NOR SUNDAY. WHAT DAY IS IT?
FRIDAY
WHAT WAS NEVER SCARED, BUT BECAME PETRIFIED, CANT MAKE A BIRD, BUT CAN MAKE A BAT, CANT LIVE IN A HOUSE, BUT WOULD DIE TO HAVE ONE.
A TREE
MY THUNDER COMES BEFORE THE LIGHTNING. MY LIGHTNING COMES BEFORE THE CLOUDS. MY RAIN DRIES ALL THE LAND IT TOUCHES. WHAT AM I
A VOLCANO
WITHOUT A BRIDLE OR A SADDLE, ACROSS A THING I RIDE A-STRADDLE. AND THOSE I RIDE, BY HELP OF ME, THOUGH ALMOST BLIND, ARE MADE TO SEE. WHAT AM I?
GLASSES
DEEP DEEP DO THEY GO. SPREADING OUT AS THEY GO. NEVER NEEDING ANY AIR. THEY ARE SOMETIMES FINE AS HAIR.
WHAT ARE ROOTS.