Answer:
Four of us are in your field, But our differences keep us at yield, First, a one that is no fool, Though he resembles a gardener’s tool, Next, one difficult to split in two, And a girl once had one as big as her shoe, Then, to the mind, one’s a lovely bonder, And truancy makes it grow fonder, Last, a stem connecting dots of three
Put into a pit, locked beneath a grate, guarded through the night, yet it still goes out.
Many hear me, but no one sees me, and I only speak when spoken to
You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears.
In the forest, this blends in just right, but every December it is covered with lights. What is it?
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?