Mountain at Night, Morning a Meadow
In the night a mountain in the morning a meadow. What am I?
A bed.
A Gentle Touch
What force and strength cannot get through,
I, with a gentle touch, can do.
And many in the street would stand,
were I not a friend at hand.
A key.
Have No Face
I turn my head and you may go where you want.
I turn it again, you will stay till you rot.
I have no face, but I live or die,
By my crooked teeth.
What am I?
A key
Days of Summer
My days are in the summer
When you’ll eat me when I’m hot
In fact I’ll even eat myself
Where battles tough are fought
But when you find me in a fight
‘Twill be high in the sky
And if you catch me napping
I suggest you let me lie
When you’re bad come to my house
From Ma get thoughts profound
Am I big or am I small?
Some say I’m just a pound.
Dog. Dog days, hot dog, dog pound, dog fight.