I am always hungry, I must always be fed.
The finger I touch will soon turn red.
I stand when I rest and this will confound,
I do my best work with my legs off the ground!
I once was a great mausoleum,
Since then became a museum,
Within my points five,
Some were buried alive,
Now people line up just to see 'em!
What can go up a chimney down, but not down a chimney up?
What speaks all languages, save one?
A ship that has gone from port,
A port that is out to sea,
The hand that isn't shaking,
What ever you leave me.
What sphinxes employ, The players enjoy.
What is “Never odd or even?"
If there is a Bee in my hand, what is in my eye?
Four stick standies,
Two lookers ,
And a wig wag.
What force and strength cannot get through,
I with a gentle touch can do.
And many in the streets would stand,
Were I not as a friend in hand.
A prisoner’s bane when bound with chains.
I can be tied in a braid, or cut with a blade.
To form a gateway in dam rivers laid.