Answer:
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 can be simple or I can be complex. I can be found in this riddle or in everyday life. I can be shapes or even colors.
You write on me and secrets I can keep in places never seen. I spin like a top. Though stiff as a board, I'm often described like a mop. What am I?
Take off my skin I won't cry but you will. What am I?
They come at night without being called and are lost in the day without being stolen. What are they?
I am the kind of an ant that's good at math. What am I?