Answer:
A tiny bead, like fragile glass, strung along a cord of grass.
Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high, Eastern art from ancient time, Name me now and solve this rhyme.
Once they sailed the sea, now they surf the web
A box without hinges, lock or key, yet golden treasure lies within.
This is rectangular, hollow and has a lid, and where you’ll find it you might wonder, it is just six feet under. What is it?
Disgusting creatures that would survive a nuclear strike.