Riddles

My head bobs lazily in the sun. You think I’m cute. For my face is yellow my hair is white and my body is green.

My life can be measured in hours, I serve by being devoured. Thin, I am quick. Fat, I am slow. Wind is my foe.

My life is measured in hours. I serve by being devoured. Thin, I am quick; Fat, I am slow. Wind is my foe. What am I?

My life is often a volume of grief, your help is needed to turn a new leaf. Stiff is my spine and my body is pale. But I’m always ready to tell a tale. What am I?

My might alone cannot be weighed My voice is where they gave my fame Cloaked in gray, I cannot be tamed Do not fret, for I do not stay What am I?

My mother is water and my brother the sky. I am grey when wet but white when dry. What am I?

My neighbor makes mistakes. I get rid of them. Who am I?

My parents are singers, and while my father has red hair I am pale and completely bald.

My prefix is food. My suffix is rude. My infix comes in rounds. I keep you off the ground. What Am I?

My rings are not worth much, but they do tell my age. What am I?

My second is performed by my first, and it is thought a thief by the marks of my whole might be caught.

My sides are firmly laced about, Yet nothing is within; You’ll think my head is strange indeed, Being nothing else but skin.

My skin is white but I have no nationality. My heart is often broken yet I have no feelings. What am I?

My teeth are sharp, my back is straight, to cut things up it is my fate.