Riddles for 6 Year Olds — Page 14

What kind of can never needs a can-opener?

• I’m a treat that you can hold,
• My shape’s a cup, but not for cold.
• Dressed in paper, sweet and small,
• No liquid treasure, so I’ll never fall.

Hint: I am often topped with sprinkles.

Thick and red from tomatoes compressed, Spread on dough before the rest. I make the cheese and peppers stick, In a tube or can, just pick.

Hint: It’s a pizza base, not craft glue.

I’m land in the sea. Palm trees often grow on me. You can visit by boat. I’m smaller than a continent.

Hint: Castaways might live here.

Crisp and fresh, in salads I’m tossed, I have a heart that’s never lost. Romaine, iceberg, or green leaf too, Wrap your fillings, a healthy stew.

Hint: You might ‘romaine’ calm.

Dark green leaves in a salad bowl, Or cooked with garlic, that’s my role. Iron-rich, I boost your might, Like a sailor with a bicep tight.

Hint: Popeye’s

• I’m a head of leaves, round and tight,
• Layer on layer, a crunchy bite.
• I can be green, purple, or white,
• In coleslaw or soup, I’m a delight.

Hint: I look like a ball of wrapped leaves.

Little round beige in hummus or stew, Curry and soups, I’m in the crew. But my name is a pun, please excuse, A baby bird’s wee, that’s the ruse.

Hint: Chick + peas, but no real bathroom talk.

• I’m golden and crunchy on the outside, soft inside.
• Tear me apart and dip in olive oil or soup.
• I’m the shape of a stick and often sold fresh.

Hint: Every French chef’s favorite bread.

I darken the sky and let out a clap. My flashes of light can make you snap. Then I dump buckets of water in a short while, Leaving the air fresh and full of smile.

Hint: You might hear me rumble far away.

Rolled up tight, I hold the fillings inside, Veggies and meat all hide. No bread slices, just a flatbread sheet, A portable meal that’s neat.

Hint: It’s like a sandwich but rolled, not stacked.

Two slices of bread, with stuff in between, Meats and cheeses, lettuce so green. Cut me in half, triangles or squares, A picnic classic that everyone shares.

Hint: It’s not from the beach.

From cattle I come, ground up fine, On a grill, I beautifully dine. In a bun with lettuce and cheese, A burger to please.

Hint: burger meat

Links or patties, spicy or sweet, On the BBQ, I can’t be beat. With mustard and a bun, I’m grand, A savory treat across the land.

Hint: banger

Round and netted, orange inside, In the summer, I’m a slide. Sweet and juicy, a melon so fine, My name suggests a wedding line.

Hint: Think of a fruit that can’t elope.

Pale green inside and out so smooth, Sweet and juicy, a summer soothe. In fruit bowls I shine bright, A honey name, a sweet delight.

Hint: Think of a melon named after sweet words.

You can feel us but not see us. We rustle leaves. We can be gentle or strong. We’re invisible forces.

Hint: We blow but aren’t solid.

In damp forests I like to grow, Cap and stem, a mycological show. Some of us are edible, some are not, But my name suggests I’m liked a lot.

Hint: Think of a fun fungus.

• I grow on trees and bushes without being planted.
• I’m sweet, colorful, and packed with vitamins.
• People used to forage for me before farming.

Hint: Think of blackberries, blueberries, or currants.

What never gets any wetter, no matter how much it rains?