Answer:
I'm a flat circular spongy roll made from yeast dough and eaten toasted and buttered
Gold in a leather bag, swinging on a tree, money after honey in its time. Ills of a scurvy crew cured by the sea, reason in its season but no rhyme.
What has green hair, a round red head and a long thin white beard?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.
It stands on one leg with its heart in its head. What is it?
Of no use to one, Bliss to two. Men lie for it. The baby’s right,