Answer:
There was a girl half my age when I was 12, now I am 66, how old is she?
I have a brother. However much we run we do not reach each other.
As I went over London Bridge I met my sister Jenny; I broke her neck and drank her blood and left her standing empty.
Though it be cold I wear no clothes the frost and snow I never fear; I value neither shoes nor hose And yet I wander far and near: My diet is forever good I drink no cider port nor sack what Providence doth send for food I neither buy nor sell nor lack.
I am a fruit with seed on the outside.
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.