Answer:
Five hundred begins it, five hundred ends it. Five in the middle is seen. First of all figures, the first of all letters. Take up their stations between. Join all together, and then you will bring before you the name of an eminent king.
What do people want the least on their hands?
A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden's hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.
Who has married many women but never has been married who is he
My head bobs lazily in the sun. You think I'm cute. For my face is yellow my hair is white and my body is green.
I am owned by Old McDonald.