Tom gave his brother John a box,
About it there were many locks,
The box was not with key supplied,
But caused two lids to open wide.
A smack up-side the head
The Load-bearer, the Warrior,
The Frightened One, the Brave,
The Fleet-of-foot, the Ironshod
The Faithful One, the Slave
Walks in the wind
Runs in the rain
Makes dry oceans in the sun
Counts time, stops clocks
Swallows kingdoms, gnaws rocks.
The rolling hills, the heart that beats forever,
The land that never changes, never stills
Ploughed by travellers far from home, not planted,
White in anger, green in peace, and always blue.
Pull with all your might, only a whistle you'll gain
but almost out of sight, someone may shrink in pain.
A bow and arrow
Listen closely, I'm hard to understand
I am as elusive as is a handful of sand.
Even if you perceive me, you know me not
before you can tell me, what I have forgot.
As I went over London Bridge
I met my sister Jenny
I broke her neck and drank her blood
And left here standing empty.
Tell me who was my sister?
A bottle of gin
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 work is it that,
the faster you work,
the longer it is before your work is done,
And the slower you work
the sooner your work is finished?
Roasting meat on a spit
Whilst I was engaged in sitting
I spied the dead carrying the living
What did I see?
A ship (the vessel is made of dead wood and the people are alive)
I know a word of letters three,
Add two and fewer there will be.
I give you a group of three.
One is sitting down, and never will get up.
The second eats as much as is given him,
yet is always hungry.
The third goes away and never returns.
Stove, fire and smoke
He who makes it does not keep it.
He who takes it does not know it.
He who knows it does not want it.
He who gathers it must destroy it.
What is it?
Whoever makes it, tells it not.
Whoever takes it, knows it not.
Whoever knows it, wants it not.
Of what do I speak?
Who makes it, has no need of it.
Who buys it, has no use for it.
Who uses it, can neither see nor feel it.
The man who made it didn't need it.
The man who bought it didn't use it.
The man who used it didn't want it.
You seized me, and yet I fled
You see me flee and cannot hold me tight
You press me in your hand, then your fist is empty.
What am I?
What has four legs in the morning,
Two legs in the afternoon,
And three legs in the evening?
Man (a baby crawls on four legs, an adult walks on two, and an old man walks with the aid of a cane).
What is deaf, dumb and blind
and always tells the truth?
What is always in front of you
but cannot be seen?