Answer:
Three little letters, a paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
You eat something you neither plant nor plow. It is the son of water, but if water touches it, it dies.
You can spin, wheel and twist. But this thing can turn without moving.
To unravel me you need a simple key, no key that was made by locksmith's hand. But a key that only I will understand.
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk
What language does a billboard speak?
Difficult
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?