Answer:
When does an Irish potato change its nationality?
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
how many seconds are in a year?
What is it that no man wants, but no man wants to lose?
What do people make that you can't see?
You throw me out when you use me and take me in when you are done.