Answer:
What is orange and sounds like a parrot?
This could make wooden boy's noses grow.
They live only in stories, taller than three storeys.
He has a genie to thank for the fact that he married a princess.
Words come out of it, aligned in perfect silence. A messenger of black on white, a slinky fellow drawing lines, of thin and soft graphite
Of no use to one, Bliss to two. Men lie for it. The baby’s right,