A thing with a thundering breech. It weighing a thousand welly... They say it hath death in its belly.

There is a body without a heart. That has a tongue and yet no head. Buried it was before it was made, and loud it speaks and yet is dead.

We are little airy creatures, all of different voice and features, one of us in glass is set. One of us you'll find in jet... What are we?

I am million people's wakeup call. What am I?

I have palms but not on hands, I offer foods from distant lands, When at my peak you'll see me smoke... What am I?

A shimmering field that reaches far. Yet it has no tracks, And is crossed without paths.

So beautiful and cold, So young and yet so old, Alive but always dead, Still hungry when has fed...

What can you add to a bucket full of water to make it lighter?

When your undies attack you.

My love for Eliza shall never know my first; neither shall it be my second; but it shall be my whole.

I can never be stolen from you. I am owned by everyone. Some have more, some have less. What am I?

This old one runs forever, but never moves at all. He has not lungs nor throat, but still a mighty roaring call. What is it?

What scientists might call your pooch.

What do people make that you can't see?

If I turn my head, you may go where you want, but if I turn again, you could stay and rot. What am I?

What weeps without eyes or eyelids, her tears rejoicing sons and fathers; and when she laughs and no tears fall, her laughter saddens all hearts?

An iron horse with a flaxen tail. The faster the horse runs, the shorter his tail becomes.

What runs but cannot walk?

Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.

What dresses for summer and sheds in the winter?