Answer:
Green but not a lizard, white without being snow, and bearded without being a man.
Strip the skin under my skin, and my flesh you'll reveal. It tastes sweet and tart, now throw out the peel. What is it?
Squeeze it and it cries tears. As red as its flesh, but its heart is made of stone.
Alight or in dark, my face is a leer. In a field with my brothers, you’ll find me without bother, For that autumn day is mine.
What do ghost serve for dessert?
What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?