I have a neck and no head. Two arms but no hands. I go with you to school. I go with you to work. What am I?

It can be cut and will grow back. Yet when you least expect it, it may disappear never to return. What is it?

I turn around once. What is out will not get in. I turn around again. What is in will not get out. What am I?

Occurring once in a hundred years and one in thousands. But never in a day or a year or a century. What am I?

I don’t have eyes, But once I did see. Once I had thoughts, But now I’m white and empty. What am I?

I am gentle enough to soothe your skin, light enough to fly in the sky, strong enough to crack rocks. What am I?

Thirty white horses stand on a red hill. First they champ. Then they stamp. Then they stand still. What are they?

I am a ship that can be made to ride the greatest waves. I am not built by objects, but built by minds. What am I?

I’m the part of the bird that’s not in the sky. I can swim in the ocean and yet remain dry. What am I?

I am a small room but no life lives inside, no matter what weather looms, very cold my residents reside. What am I?

What can run but never walks, has a mouth but never talks, has a bed but never sleeps, has a head, but never weeps?

I’m an old relative who’s hands can’t hold anything and eyes can’t see anything. What am I?

Of the king I am blue and of the peasant I am red. Of the frog I am cold and of the dog I am hot instead. What am I?

I start with the letter e, I end with the letter e. I contain only one letter. Yet, I am not the letter e. What am I?

I can be long or short. I can be grown or bought. I can be painted or left bare. I can be round or square. What am I?