Answer:
What do you call a sleeping bull?
In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
Only one color, but not one size. Stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies. Present in sun, but not in rain; doing no harm, and feeling no pain. What am I?
I have a neck and no head two arms but no hands. I go with you to school I go with you to work.
I am a million people's wakeup call, gossip party and adrenaline rush. What am I?
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk