Answer:
Whoever makes it tells it not. Whoever takes it knows it not. Whoever knows it wants it not
*forward* *backwards*is what I do all day. I come in all different shapes and sizes. I can be scary and I can calm you down.
By Moon or by Sun I shall be found. Yet I am undone if there's no light around.
My flavors ranges from strawberry to toe.
I can climb mountains, cross streams, handle hundreds of feet each day, yet I never move. What am I?
Lynn likes grapes but not potatoes. She likes squash but not lettuce, and she likes peas but not onions. Following the same rule, will she like pumpkins or apples?