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.
A man who was outside in the rain without an umbrella or hat didn’t get a single hair on his head wet. Why?
Half-way up the hill, I see you at last, lying beneath me with your sounds and sights. A city in the twilight, dim and vast, with smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights.
This thing runs but cannot walk, sometimes sings but never talks. Lacks arms, has hands; lacks a head but has a face.
What is that you will break everytime you name it?
What language does a billboard speak?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?