Garlic or Spice
Before any changes I’m a garlic or spice. My first is altered and I’m a hand-warming device. My second is changed and I’m trees in full bloom. The next letter change makes a deathly old tomb. Change the fourth to make a fruit of the vine. Change the last for a chart plotted with lines. What was I? What did I become? What did I turn out to be?
clove
glove
grove
grave
grape
graph
Hear a Lot, Say a Lot
I hear a lot
And I say a lot
Few ever look for me
And even fewer ever hear me
I hide in plain sight
Whether its day or night
To help is all I want
But most like to bend me
And as if they had a wand
Never again shall anyone find me
They do this to control
Without realizing the high price of a soul
But when I’m least expected
They’d rather be protected
For there shall be no place to hide
What am I?
The truth.
When I Point Up It’s Bright
When I point up, it’s bright.
When I point down, it’s dark.
What am I?
A light switch
Weight In My Belly
Weight in my belly;
trees on my back;
nails in my ribs;
feet I do lack.
A ship.
All Those Legs
Two legs sat upon three legs with one leg in his lap.
In comes four legs, grabs one leg, and runs off with him.
Up jumps two legs, grabs up three legs, throws it after four legs,
and makes him bring back one leg.
Who are we?
One leg is a leg of mutton. Two legs is a person. Three legs is a stool. Four legs is a dog.