I have hands but cannot clap. What am I?
A clock
I fall but never get hurt. What am I?
Rain
I can swim without fins, hop without legs, and sing without a voice. Who am I?
A frog
I start as beans, loved by millions each morning, sometimes bitter, sometimes sweet. What am I?
Coffee
What occurs once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years?
The letter M
I’m full of holes but I still hold water. What am I?
A sponge
I have no mouth but sometimes roar; I can bend trees though you cannot touch me. What am I?
Wind
I’m the king without a crown, feared for my roar. Who am I?
A lion
I’m a grain that feeds half the world, yet I die if I don’t grow in water. What am I?
Rice
I’m an odd number. Remove one letter from my name and I become even. What number am I?
Seven (remove the “s” → “even”)
I have a neck but no head, and sleeves but no arms. What am I?
A shirt
I rise without being born, bring light without a flame, and mark the start of every day. What am I?
The sun
I’m feathered but flightless, excellent at swimming, and found mostly in cooler southern waters — I waddle on land. Who am I?
A penguin
I’m red when ripe, often mistaken for a vegetable, but I’m really a fruit. What am I?
A tomato
What is the next prime number after 11?
13
I have cities but no houses, forests but no trees, and rivers but no water. What am I?
A map
I sleep under the earth, and when I wake I breathe fire and reshape the land. What am I?
A volcano
I lay eggs yet nurse my young, have a duck-like bill and webbed feet, and males possess venomous spurs. Who am I?
A platypus
I’m a drink made from leaves, sometimes green, sometimes black, and often shared hot or iced. What am I?
Tea
I am a three-digit number. My tens digit is five more than my ones digit. My hundreds digit is eight less than my tens digit. What number am I?
194
I have keys but no locks, I have space but no room, you can press me but not hurt me. What am I?
A keyboard
The more of me there is, the less you see. What am I?
Darkness
I’m the only insect that produces food eaten by humans, and my complex dances tell others where to find it. Who am I?
A honeybee
I’m a drink born from grain, yeast, and patience, loved for centuries but aged to perfection. What am I?
Beer
Two fathers and two sons go fishing. They each catch one fish, yet there are only three fish caught. How is that possible?
They are three generations — grandfather, father, and son.