Answer:
What tree that definitely grows does not have a shadow and does not grow fruit?
Thirty white horses on a red hill, first they champ, then they stamp, then they stand still.
When it is alive we sing, when it is dead we clap our hands. What is it?
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.
Though easy to spot, when allowed to plume, It is hard to see, when held in a room.
Why was the cook arrested?