Answer:
A father's child, a mother's child, yet no one's son
Made of ten but two we make, When assembled others quake, Five apart and we are weak, Five together havoc wreak. What are we?
A twiggy home
Where is the ocean deepest?
What has a head yet it never weeps, has a bed but never sleeps, can run but can not walks, and has a bank but not a cent to its name?
Two little holes in the side of a hill. Just as you come to the cherry-red mill.