Answer:
Fatherless and motherless. I was born without sin. Roared when I came into the world, but I never spoke again. What am I?
My teeth are sharp my back is straight to cut things up it is my fate.
What loses its head in the morning but gets it back at night?
I go up and never come down no matter how hard you wish. As I get higher, more wrinkles crawl on to the face. What am I?
Where I am there is no south, west, nor east, and weather is not fit for man or beast. What am I?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.