Answer:
What has 88 keys, but canโt open a single door?
I can climb mountains, cross streams, handle hundreds of feet each day, yet I never move. What am I?
I am a key that is playful. What am I?
I canโt go left I canโt go right. I am forever stuck in a building over three stories high.
I am black when you buy me, red when you use me. When I turn white, you know it's time to throw me away. What am I?
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.