Riddles

Not born, but from a Mother’s body drawn, I hang until half of me is gone. I sleep in a cave until I grow old, then valued for my hardened gold. What am I?

Not my sister nor my brother but still the child of my mother and father. Who am I?

Nothing specific, but more than a few. This many clustered, together will do.

Of these everyone has ten, part of two wholes at the arms end. What are they?

Often cooked as fillet, this meat comes from an animal that swims underwater.

Often found in doctor’s offices and pirate flags

Often held but never touched. Always wet but never rusts. Often bits but seldom bit. To use it well you must have wit. What am I?

Often wandering the streets, this group of people cannot afford to be choosers.

Oh how I love my dancing feet! They stay together – oh so neat. And when I want to walk a line, They all stay together and do double time. I count them up, ten times or more, And race on-off, across the floor.

Old Grandpa Diddle Daddle jumped in the mud puddle, green cap and yellow shoes. Guess all your loftiness and you can’t guess these news.

Old Mcdonald had this

Old people and owls are said to be this.

On Christmas eve, when Santa leaves his workshop on the north pole, what direction does he travel.

On the wall, in the air, You just want me out of your hair, Try to catch me, but you cannot, For my vision is thousand fold. What am I?