Answer:
Three little letters. A paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
What doesn't get any wetter, no matter how much rain falls on it?
Four of us are in your field, But our differences keep us at yield, First, a one that is no fool, Though he resembles a gardener’s tool, Next, one difficult to split in two, And a girl once had one as big as her shoe, Then, to the mind, one’s a lovely bonder, And truancy makes it grow fonder, Last, a stem connecting dots of three
What can you throw but not catch?
You heard me before, yet you hear me again, then I die. Until you call me again.
I can only be played on a windy day
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?