Answer:
In the night a mountain, in the morning a meadow.
When it comes in, From sea to shore, Twenty paces you'll see, No less, no more.
Three little letters. A paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
I usually wear a yellow coat. I usually have a dark head. I make marks wherever I go.
Add a T and I shoot through the sky. Then add an S and I multiply. What word is it?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?