Riddles

It’s shorter than the rest, but when you’re happy, you raise it up like it’s the best. What is it?

It’s small but larger than a bee, And agile as a flea. It humms but does not buzz, And it’s not covered with fuzz. It is a small collector, Of juicy flower nectar.

It’s the only vegetable or fruit that is never sold frozen, canned, processed, cooked, or in any other form but fresh

It’s tough as nails, Or soft as snow. People use it for their rink, Some just put in their drink.

It’s usually found dried, but often kept slicker. Above another need, it’s said to be thicker. What is it?

It’s voice is like a burp, Will swallow with a slurp, You’ll never hear it chirp. Kiss it with a wince, Might turn into a prince

It’s what light turns into in the night

Its days are numbered.

Its fleece is warm and wooly white. And when you lie awake at night, count it and you’ll fall asleep. What is it?

Its title means book.

It’s so fragile even just saying its name can break it. What is it?

I’m a very valuable thing to have. Use me right now, you should. Yet if you cut off my hindquarters, I’d be but a piece of wood. What am I?

I’m a word, six letters long; I sometimes enter with a gong. All in order from A to Z, I start with the letter B. What is the word?

I’m always hungry and must be fed, the finger I touch will soon turn red, What am I?