Green arrows grow out of my sides. I go from yellow to white. My babies fly in the wind. What am I?
My prefix is food. My suffix is rude. My infix comes in rounds. I keep you off the ground. What Am I?
Double my number, I'm less than a score. Half of my number is less than four. Add one to my double when bakers are near. Days of the week are still greater, I fear.
Where do you go in through one hole and come out through two holes at the same time?
Alive without breath, As cold as death, Clad in mail never clinking, Never thirsty, ever drinking
Big as a saucepan, deep as a cup, Even a river can't fill it up. What is it