Answer:
Made of ten but two we make, When assembled others quake, Five apart and we are weak, Five together havoc wreak. What are we?
What can you hold in your left hand but not in your right hand?
If you need a night out, call one of these over to take the little ones off your hands for a while.
What is not a ball but yet a sphere, and holds all lands and people year after year?
No sooner spoken than broken. What is it?
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.