Riddles for 6 Year Olds — Page 11

• I’m thinner than spaghetti and often in soups.
• My name means ‘little worms’ in Italian.
• I’m great with seafood or as a nest.

Hint: I’m not angel hair, but similar.

Oink oink, I roll in mud, Sausage, ham, and bacon flood. Curly tail and snout so pink, In a barnyard, I’m the link.

Hint: It’s a swine.

I describe a tiny size. Add ‘er’ and I shrink even more. A word that turns against itself.

Hint: It’s a word you use to say something isn’t big.

• I come in shapes with a pocket of jam or cheese.
• Enjoy me with a glass of milk in the morning.
• I’m sweet, buttery, and often glazed.

Hint: I’m not a donut, but I’m a bakery favorite.

• I’m not alive, but I come from a mother,
• I hang until part of me is another.
• In a cool dark room, I rest and grow old,
• Then they slice me for my moldy gold.

Hint: I am often paired with crackers.

A yellow cob, so straight and true, Peelin’ back the husk, a job for you. Nibble row by row around, Then chuck the cob without a sound.

Hint: Summer BBQ classic.

I grow in the dark, a funky treat, Sauteed in butter, I’m savory meat. Cap and stem, a forest fella, In your soup or on your pizza, I’m quite the fella.

Hint: Fungi are fun!

On a stick I stand, golden brown, Dipped in batter, a carnival crown. I’m a hot dog with a cornbread coat, Bite through the crunch, a savory note.

Hint: You might eat me at a fair.

Cluck cluck, I walk in a coop, Roasted or fried, I’m a dinner troupe. Wings or drumsticks, legs or breast, With barbecue sauce, I’m at my best.

Hint: Think of a bird that doesn’t fly far.

• I sit in a bun, a frank on the grill,
• I’m named like a pet, but I’m a meal still.
• No furry tail, no wagging so sweet,
• Just mustard and ketchup for a tasty treat.

Hint: You can buy me at a ballpark.

• I have four straight sides.
• My opposite sides are equal.
• I am like a stretched square.
• You see me in books, screens, and buildings.
• What shape am I?

Hint: It’s not a square; two sides are longer.

• I start green, then turn yellow, finally brown,
• Peel my coat for a soft white crown.
• Inside, no pit, just creamy delight,
• Monkeys love to take a bite.

Hint: I’m a long curved fruit often in bunches.

Spiky crown on a sweet gold core, Tropical treat I’m hardcore. My name combines a conifer and an orchard treat, But I grow from a plant, not a tree sheet.

Hint: Think of a prickly, sweet fruit.

When cut crosswise, I’m a five-point star, Yellow and waxy, from places afar. Sweet and tangy, a tropical bite, My name suggests I shine bright.

Hint: Think of a celebrity fruit.

Deep purple, red, or yellow skin, A juicy flesh that’s filled within. Stone in the middle, hard and round, In a clafoutis, I’m profound.

Hint: Think of a plum fairy.

Tropical smooth, with orange-yellow flesh, In a salsa or smoothie, I’m fresh. Slice me up, a sweet sensation, My name is a combination with no relation.

Hint: Man + go = ?

Sticky and sweet, I come from the palm, Dried or fresh, a chewy calm. In the desert I grow, a treat so great, But my name’s what you set with a mate.

Hint: You might go on one with someone.

Bits of fruit in a syrupy pool, In a cup or bowl, it’s cool. Cherries, pears, peaches abound, A cocktail that’s safe all around.

Hint: It’s not an alcoholic drink, just fruit.

Three meanings in one, can you guess? A flightless bird, a fruit’s fuzzy dress. Also a people from islands afar, What three-in-one word carries this star?

Hint: three meanings

Soft and velvety, a rosy hue, Bite into me, nectar for you. Watch out for the stone, it’s big and hard, In cobblers and jam, I’m a yard.

Hint: Georgia’s famous fruit.