Answer:
I come without being fetched at night, hide away as soon as daylight strikes. Although I may look small, I am much mightier than what you can imagine. What am I?
I am black, white, and read all over. What am I?
I am merry creature in pleasant time of year as in but certain seasons I sing that you can hear; And yet I'm made a by-word A very perfect mock; Compared to foolish persons And silliest of all folk.
I row quickly with four oars, but never come out from under my own roof. What am I?
I no longer have eyes, but once I did see. Once I had thoughts, but now Iām white and empty. What am I?
What is always coming but never arrives?