Always well dressed, but I never fly. Black and white, sometimes in a tie. I swim and slide, and dance and glide, With one person by my side. What am I?

I am a seed, three letters in the name, Take away two and I sound quite the same. What am I?

I'm named after nothing, though I'm awfully clamorous. And when I'm not working, your house is less glamorous. What am I?

This on this. That on that. Growing tall, But never fat. What am I?

The more you take from me, the bigger I get. What am I?

I have seven letters and am something you eat. My only anagram can help your pain. If you remove my first 2 letters I wear things down. Removing my first 3 letters is an adjective and removing my first 4 letters leaves a measure of time. What am I?

On the wall, in the air, You just want me out of your hair, Try to catch me, but you cannot, For my vision is thousand fold. What am I?

I am slim and tall Many find me desirable and appealing They touch me and I give a false good feeling Once I shine in splendor But only once and then no more For many I am to die for. What am I?

A little pool with two layers of wall around it. One white and soft and the other dark and hard, amidst a light brown grassy lawn with an outline of a green grass. What am I?

There's no reason to fear If you see me lurking here Even though I shouldn't exist But few might have missed That I'm not at all real Because nothing can conceal The fact that I'm something That's not at all living What am I?

I am rather large and usually majestic. I am every hue of the rainbow I can eat you, I may heat you, You only wish you could see me. What am I?

You use me for multiple reasons, I am many colored, and many shaped. I may or may not also tell you your sexual preference. What am I?

My thunder comes before my lightning. My lightning comes before my rain. And my rain dries all the ground it touches. What am I?

I come when the weather is at its prime, Though, it might be wise to leave nothing on the street. But, in the wintertime My name is obsolete What am I?

A three-letter word I'm sure you know, I can be on a boat or a sleigh in the snow, I'm pals with the rain and honor a king, But my favorite use is attached to a string. What am I?

As beautiful as the setting sun, As delicate as the morning dew; An angel's dusting from the stars, That can turn the Earth into a frosted moon. What am I?

I have a leg but I do not move, A face but no expression, Be it wind or rain I stay outside. What am I?

I'm a very valuable thing to have. Use me right now, you should. Yet if you cut off my hindquarters, I'd be but a piece of wood. What am I?

I am a strange creature, Hovering in the air, Moving from here to there, with a brilliant flare. Some say I sing, but others say I have no voice. So I just hum - as a matter of choice. What am I?

If your life is cut short, I am not the one to blame. You signed up, and your death was not my aim. Enter our doors; there is so much to see, We just happen to hold the key, To adventure abound And fun to be found Step in our door And see what is in store. What am I?