Answer:
Gold in a leather bag, swinging on a tree, money after honey in its time. Ills of a scurvy crew cured by the sea, reason in its season but no rhyme.
Snake coiled round and round. Snake deep below the ground. Snake that's never had a head. Snake that binds but not with dread.
A shimmering field that reaches far. Yet it has no tracks, And is crossed without paths.
What has a single eye but cannot see?
What is the thing which, once poured out, cannot be gathered again?
Sugar on a stick. The kids love licking them