Answer:
What flares up and does a lot of good, and when it dies is just a piece of wood?
A shimmering field that reaches far. Yet it has no tracks, And is crossed without paths.
People are hired to get rid of me. I'm often hiding under your bed. In time I'll always return you see. Bite me and you're surely dead.
In the night a mountain, in the morning a meadow.
What’s black in the morning, red in the afternoon, and white at night?
What language does a billboard speak?
Difficult
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?