(Water)
Though it's close to toys eyes you'll have to admit
You never get more than a gimpse of it.
I tremble and shake at the least breath or breeze,
Yet I can take as much weight as you please.
(Water)
The meadows are snowy,
The forests are frosty,
The north winds are gusty
When does it happen?
(Winter)
Round as an apple,
Deep as a cup,
All the King's horses
Can't pull it up.
(Well)
The first letter is an X.
It's a picture of me.
It's shows all my bones.
For the doctor to see.
(X ray)
A tree has twelve branches
With four nests each the same.
Each nest has seven birds,
And each bird has a name.
(Year, month, weeks, and days)
I am something
That every living person has seen,
But no one will ever see me again.
(Yesterday)
If the rope is folded
It reaches the well,
Unfolded, it doesn't
What is it, pray tell?
(Arm and mouth)
I am something that is lighter that a feather,
And yet harder to hold.
(Breath)
The man who invent it, doesn't want it.
The man who bought it, doesn't need it.
The man who needs it, doesn't know it.
(Coffin)
We are a pair,
We can dart here and there,
Though we always stay in one place.
We can smile or shed tears,
Show our pleasure or fears,
And you'll find us on everyone's face.
(Eyes)
I am a window,
I am a lamp,
I am clouded,
I am shining,
And I am coloured,
Set in white,
I fill with water and overflow.
I say much,
But I have no words.
(Eye)
I'm double, I'm single,
I'm black, blue and grey,
I'm read from both ends,
And the same either way.
(Eye)
I am forever, and yet was never.
(Eternity)
White and thin,
Red within,
With a nail at the end.
(Finger)
I am something that is often
Where I don't exist.
(Fault)
It's the part of your body
You put into your shoe.
It starts with an F,
And we each have two.
(Foot)
My second is performed by my first,
And, it is thought,
A thief by the marks of my whole
Might be caught.
(Footstep)
The more you take
The more you leave behind.
(Footsteps)
In sand and in mud,
I'm easy to find.
You're always in front,
I'm always behind.
(Footprints)
A father's child
A mother's child
Yet no one's son.
(Girl)
What have you that a pin has too?
And no doubt about it
You are both worse without it!
(Head)
Can not be bought,
Can not be sold,
Even if it's made of gold.
(Heart)
Tell me now, what is it that
Is over your head and under your hat?
(Hair)
I am something that always increases