Answer:
I cannot be felt seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
I run smoother than any rhyme, I love to fall but cannot climb. What am I?
You can catch me but cannot throw me.
You hear me speak, for I have a hard tongue. But I cannot breathe, for I have not a lung. What am I?
Which word is the odd one out: first second third fourth fifth sixth seventh eighth?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.