Answer:
What's at the head of an elephant and at the tail of a squirrel?
It's real until the trick is revealed.
What is born long, dies short, and spends its life leaving a trail?
You’ll find me in a soup, in a burger, in a pizza, I am green when raw and red when ripened and ready to become a condiment.
I cannot be used until I have been broken. What am I?
I fly to any foreign parts assisted by my spreading wings. My body holds an hundred hearts Nay I will tell you stranger things when I am not in haste I ride and then I mend my pace anon.