Answer:
One day a little boy named John went over to his parents and said that he wanted to shoot people and blow them up. His parents were really proud of his career choice. What does John want to do?
Turn us on our backs and open up our stomachs you will be the wisest of men though at start a lummox.
I appear in the morning. But am always there. You can never see me. Though I am everywhere. By night I am gone, though I sometimes never was. Nothing can defeat me. But I am easily gone.
What is it that makes tears without sorrow and takes its journey to heaven?
This thing runs but cannot walk, sometimes sings but never talks. Lacks arms, has hands; lacks a head but has a face.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.