Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not. What is it?
What does man love more than life?
Fear more than death or mortal strife?
What do the poor have, what the rich require,
And what contented men desire?
What does the miser spend, the spendthrift save,
And all men carry to their graves?
I have hands that wave at you,
Though I never say goodbye.
It's cool for you to be with me,
Especially when I say, "HI."
What am I?
My thunder comes before the lightning;
My lightning comes before the clouds;
My rain dries all the land it touches.
What am I?
What can run but never walks, has a mouth but never talks, has a head but never weeps, has a bed but never sleeps?
