By Mary Lafleur Copyright 1996, All rights reserved.
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A Sound
Riddle
I fall so gently to the ground I hardly even make a
sound. But if you roll me in a ball And throw me hard Against a
wall You may hear whizzing And after that A thud or a pop Or
a wet ker-splat. What am I?
A Little Riddle
I have a bowl named after me As
cozy a home as it can be With one big window Round and
clear It's very wet, but I like it here. I'm not as rich As my
name implies Especially for one my size. What am I?
A Magical Riddle
I brush against your skin And you
may look And I'll be there. But you won't see me Even
then. There's magic in the air. What am I?
A Windy Riddle
Up in the air When the wind is
high Here and there I flit and fly. I'd join the clouds But
can't fly free For somebody else Is flying me. What
am I?
A Drippy Riddle
I slosh in the ocean Then quiet as
a cloud I drift in slow motion Til I drip, drip loud. What am
I?
A Shiny Riddle
I don't come up. You say I do. I
don't go down. You say, too. I shine like nothing else can Or
won't. Even when you say I don't. What am I?
A Difficult Riddle
Not always round But never
square. Bright and shiny When I'm there. When I'm not They
call me new But I am old, Older than you. What am
I?
A Bent Riddle
Rain is spent. Now colors
bent Frame a clear, blue sky. What am
I?
A Plucky Riddle
The wind It blows my house
around And worms I pluck them from the ground. A song I sing
it sweet and clear And wings They fly when cats come near. What
am I?
A Long And Winding Riddle
I've run across the land
Ten thousand years The same, or nearly same Path to the
sea, But life is not as dull as it appears I never want for
friends Or company. What am
I?
A Playful Riddle
I bury bones And bark at
cars And love to howl Beneath the stars. I like to eat And
love to play, Not like cats Who sleep all day. What am
I?
A Wiggly Riddle
I look like a bee All black and
yellow But I'm a wiggly Squiggly fellow, Munching
milkweed At all hours Someday I will dine On flowers. Then I
won't be A wiggly guy. I'll have wings To fly, fly, fly. What am I?
A Handsome Riddle
In my pocket's something
round Though I can make it flat. It holds a lot of stuff for
me: A book, a ball, a bat. Sharp in parts, but mostly soft With
hard things in the middle I've got two and so have you But not
this handsome riddle. What am I?
