Answer:
The person who makes me doesn't need me. The person who buys me doesn't use me. The person who uses me doesn't know it. What am I?
My head bobs lazily in the sun. You think I'm cute, for my face is yellow, my hair is white and my body is green. What am I?
Golden treasure I contain guarded by hundreds and thousands. Stored in a labyrinth where no man walks Yet men come often to seize my gold. By smoke I am overcome and robbed then left to build my treasure anew.
What goes through cities and fields but never moves?
The Titanic is still here.
Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.