Answer:
I am the black child of a white father a wingless bird flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me even though there is no cause for grief and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air.
You bury me when Iām alive and dig me up when Iām dead. What am I?
Take off my skin I won't cry but you will.
I am a celebrity fish.
I am the building with the most number of stories. What am I?
What made Cyclops quit teaching?