Answer:
In the land of the green glass door there are riddles but no answers, sheets but no blankets, and books but no words. Name something found in the land of the green glass door.
My first is high, My second damp, My whole a tie, A writer's cramp
Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again.
Metal or bone I may be, many teeth I have and always bared. Yet my bite harms no one. And ladies delight in my touch.
A time when they're green. A time when they're brown. But both of these times, cause me to frown. But just in between, for a very short while. They're perfect and yellow. And cause me to smile.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.