Answer:
The person who makes it sells it. The person who buys it never uses it. The person who uses it never sees it. What is it?
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 all around yet to me you are half blind. Sunlight makes me invisible and difficult to find.
I have roots that no one sees and I am taller than trees. Up, up I go, but never do I grow. What am I?
What is the edge of earth and bread?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.