Answer:
Made of ten but two we make, When assembled others quake, Five apart and we are weak, Five together havoc wreak. What are we?
If you suffer from this, you might wear a wig
What is red and smells like blue paint?
What has roots that nobody sees, and is taller than trees. Up, up it goes, and yet it never grows.
If you happen to wake up at dawn, you'll probably find this covering the lawn.
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.