Answer:
The more of this there is the less you see. What is it?
I have four wings, but cannot fly, I never laugh and never cry; On the same spot Iām always found, toiling away with little sound. What am I?
I am an animal and a hair product
Although a human shape I wear Mother I never had; And though no sense nor life I share in finest silks I'm clad. By every miss I'm valued much beloved and highly prized; still my cruel fate is such by boys I am often despised.
I plow and plow, but never sow. What am I?
What did the baby corn say to its mother?