Answer:
A girl was ten on her last birthday, and will be twelve on her next birthday. How is this possible?
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. It lies behind stars and under hills And empty holes it fills. It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter.
What is it that makes tears without sorrow and takes its journey to heaven?
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. And whoever knows it wants it not
What bird can lift the heaviest weight?
Why was the cook arrested?