Answer:
I met a man on the London bridge, he tipped his hat and drew his name, in this riddle I told you his name. What is it?
These suck.
What happens to an egg every time you look at it?
I run over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night I sit not alone. My tongue hangs out, up and to the rear, awaiting to be filled in the morning
What four letters frighten a thief?
What is lighter than what it is made of?