Answer:
When the creeper passes, all the grass kneels
People are hired to get rid of me. I'm often hiding under your bed. In time I'll always return you see. Bite me and you're surely dead.
Round like a dishpan and smaller than a bathtub. But the ocean can't fill it. What is it?
We are five little objects of an everyday sort. You will find us all in a tennis court.
What letter comes next: O T T F F S S ?
you hold my tail while I fish for you