Classic Riddles

My children are near and far. No matter that I know where they are. The gift I give them make their day. But if I were gone they would wander away. What am I?

My children are near and far. No matter that I know where they are. The gift I give them make their day. But if I were gone they would wander away. What am I?

Can you solve this riddle? My children are near and far. No matter that I know where they are. The gift I give them make their day. But if I were gone they would wander away. What am I? Click to find out the answer!

My children are near and far. No matter that I know where they are. The gift I give them make their day. But if I were gone they would wander away. What am I? Read More »

What goes through the door without pinching itself? What sits on the stove without burning itself? What sits on the table and is not ashamed?

What goes through the door without pinching itself? What sits on the stove without burning itself? What sits on the table and is not ashamed?

Can you solve this riddle? What goes through the door without pinching itself? What sits on the stove without burning itself? What sits on the table and is not ashamed? Click to find out the answer!

What goes through the door without pinching itself? What sits on the stove without burning itself? What sits on the table and is not ashamed? Read More »

Four of us are in your field, But our differences keep us at yield, First, a one that is no fool, Though he resembles a gardener’s tool, Next, one difficult to split in two, And a girl once had one as big as her shoe, Then, to the mind, one’s a lovely bonder, And truancy makes it grow fonder, Last, a stem connecting dots of three What am I?

Four of us are in your field, But our differences keep us at yield, First, a one that is no fool, Though he resembles a gardener’s tool, Next, one difficult to split in two, And a girl once had one as big as her shoe, Then, to the mind, one’s a lovely bonder, And truancy makes it grow fonder, Last, a stem connecting dots of three What am I?

Can you solve this riddle? Four of us are in your field, But our differences keep us at yield, First, a one that is no fool, Though he resembles a gardener’s tool, Next, one difficult to split in two, And a girl once had one as big as her shoe, Then, to the mind, one’s a lovely bonder, And truancy makes it grow fonder, Last, a stem connecting dots of three What am I? Click to find out the answer!

Four of us are in your field, But our differences keep us at yield, First, a one that is no fool, Though he resembles a gardener’s tool, Next, one difficult to split in two, And a girl once had one as big as her shoe, Then, to the mind, one’s a lovely bonder, And truancy makes it grow fonder, Last, a stem connecting dots of three What am I? Read More »

With pointed fangs it sits in wait. With piercing force it doles out fate, over bloodless victims proclaiming its might. Eternally joining in a single bite. What am I?

With pointed fangs it sits in wait. With piercing force it doles out fate, over bloodless victims proclaiming its might. Eternally joining in a single bite. What am I?

Can you solve this riddle? With pointed fangs it sits in wait. With piercing force it doles out fate, over bloodless victims proclaiming its might. Eternally joining in a single bite. What am I? Click to find out the answer!

With pointed fangs it sits in wait. With piercing force it doles out fate, over bloodless victims proclaiming its might. Eternally joining in a single bite. What am I? Read More »

Upon me you can tread, though softly under cover. And I will take you places, that you have yet to discover. I’m high, and I’m low, though flat in the middle. And though a joy to the children, adults think of me little. What am I?

Upon me you can tread, though softly under cover. And I will take you places, that you have yet to discover. I’m high, and I’m low, though flat in the middle. And though a joy to the children, adults think of me little. What am I?

Can you solve this riddle? Upon me you can tread, though softly under cover. And I will take you places, that you have yet to discover. I’m high, and I’m low, though flat in the middle. And though a joy to the children, adults think of me little. What am I? Click to find out the answer!

Upon me you can tread, though softly under cover. And I will take you places, that you have yet to discover. I’m high, and I’m low, though flat in the middle. And though a joy to the children, adults think of me little. What am I? Read More »

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