Answer:
Wind and cord combine, buzzing in the box. In all this we find, though to some the use is lost. What am I?
I am a fruit. If you take away the first letter of my name I become a crime. What am I?
Cloud is my mother, wind is my father. What am I?
I have a head tail but no arms and legs.
If a man carried my burden, he would break his back. I am not big but leave silver in my tracks. What am I?
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk