Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust. What am I?
My voice is tender, my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go, I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say. What am I?
I am a chair that can move. What am I?
You find me behind the stars; or in a sixth seventh or third. It takes something round a computer and me to make pie. I am bigger than anything you can think of.
You have to travel far
before you turn it over.
What is it?
I roam through the lands hoping to rescue my love. I search high and low and will stomp on you if you get in my way!