Answer:
What starts out in a field and then crashed on a stone. It becomes much more when to the fire it's thrown?
I'm a pie, but I come with peperoni and cheese
If you take off my skin, I will not cry, but you will. What am I?
My first is snapping, snarling, growling, My second's industrious, romping, and prowling. Higgledy piggledy Here we lie, picked and plucked, and put in a pie.
Strip the skin under my skin, and my flesh you'll reveal. It tastes sweet and tart, now throw out the peel. What is it?
I have three feet but no arms or legs