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.
The leaves are on the fruit, the fruit is on the leaves. What is it?
A time when they're green. A time when they're brown. But both of these times, cause me to frown. But just in between, for a very short while. They're perfect and yellow. And cause me to smile.
This food is made of grated potatoes smashed together and fried in the form of a tot.
What do you always smell but never smelled you
I have two bodies joined together as one. When standing still I run and run.