Answer:
Jack and Jill when up the hill jack fell down
High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
You can spin, wheel and twist, but this thing can turn without moving. What is it?
At night I come without being fetched. By day I am lost without being stolen.
It is a path of cow juice spread across the sky but cannot be seen by the naked eye
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?