Answer:
What grows in winter, dies in summer, and grows roots upward?
Metal or bone I may be, many teeth I have and always bared. Yet my bite harms no one. And ladies delight in my touch.
A hole in a pole, though I fill a hole in white. I'm used more by the day, and less by the night.
He stands beside the road. In a purple cap at tattered green cloak. Those who touch him, curse him.
What is lengthened by being cut at both ends?
What do angels sing in the shower?