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?The answer is written below, backwards.
Black am I and much admired, men seek me until they're tired. When they find me, they break my head, and take me from my resting bed . What am I?The answer is below , written backwards.
I'm as small as an ant, as big as a whale, I'll approach like a breeze, but can come like a gale. By some I get hit, but all have shown fear. I'll dance to the music, through I can't hear. Of names I have many, of names I have one. I'm as slow as a snail, but from me you can't run. What am I?The answer is below, written backwards.