Answer:
I am green and ugly and come out at night with a crumple old broom. Who am I?
It moves around in circles. We see it as we turn. It keeps us always warm. Always alive and always dying, Across the sky we see it flying, But touch it and we burn.
Perhaps the most important adjective for ballerinas and princesses.
What is brown and is very stick?
I love to dance and twist and prance. I shake my tail, as away I sail. Wingless I fly into the sky.
What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?