Answer:
You bury me when Iām alive and dig me up when Iām dead. What am I?
What has roots that nobody sees and is taller than trees. Up up up it goes and yet never grows?
I am a delicious way of representing data.
I run around the streets all day. Under the bed or by the door I sit at night, never alone. My tongue hangs out, waiting to be fed during the day. What am I?
I like to twirl my body but keep my head up high. After I go in everything becomes tight
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.