Every dawn begins with me At dusk I’ll be the first you see And daybreak couldn’t come without What midday centers all about Daises grow from me, I’m told And when I come, I end all cold But in the sun I won’t be found Yet still, each day I’ll be around
What must be in the oven yet can not be baked? Grows in the heat yet shuns the light of day? What sinks in water but rises with air? Looks like sand, but is fine as hair?
The trick is that the word “dead” represents a number in hexadecimal. That number in base 10 is 57005, and adding one more to include yourself gives you: 57005 + 1 = 57006.
I have wood but no bark, And leaves that don’t fall, I am made up of branches, and come in sizes of all.
I am completely devoured many times, over and over by a worm of a kind. If you want to know the answer of mine, look for the secret that I’ve stored inside.
Laura saw that there were three pieces of candy left in a bowl on the kitchen table. She knew they were either chocolates or caramels but didn’t know how many there were of each. What is the probability that there is a piece of chocolate candy in the bowl?
This problem can be solved by preschool children in five to ten minutes, by programmers in an hour and by people with higher education…well, check it yourself.