Riddles for 6 Year Olds — Page 18

Little and round, in a pod I hide, Green or yellow, on the side. Three letters make my name complete, Remove the last pair, still you can eat.

Hint: Think of a small vegetable beginning with P.

I fly with a whine that you barely can hear. I land on your skin when the evening is near. I poke you so quick and take a small sip, Leaving a red dot that itches a bit.

Hint: I’m often found near standing water.

Under the ground I grow in a shell, Roasted and salted, I taste swell. Mash me into a creamy paste, On jelly I’m placed with haste.

Hint: butter

• I’m stuffed with rice, herbs, and sometimes meat.
• Served cold or warm, often with a squeeze of lemon.
• I’m a popular appetizer in Mediterranean cuisine.

Hint: I’m not a spring roll, but I’m wrapped.

• My seeds might get stuck in your teeth.
• I’m delicate and come in a hollow shape.
• In desserts, I’m tart and colorful.

Hint: I’m not a strawberry, though we look similar.

Sprinkle me in your drink or bowl, I’m small but healthy on the whole. When I soak, I puff and swell, A superfood that serves you well.

Hint: seed

Fields of green where I’m grown, Harvested and polished to be known. In bowls and sushi, I’m the base, A global food that sets the pace.

Hint: grain

• I have a hairy brown shell, tough and round,
• Inside, a soft white layer can be found.
• In the center, water so clear and sweet,
• Crack me open for a tropical treat.

Hint: You can drink my milk with a straw.

Orange-fleshed with black seeds inside, Tropical taste, none can hide. Smoothie star, sweet and bright, My name suggests I’m a parent right.

Hint: Think of a dad plant.

Bumpy red shell, peel it away, White juicy flesh, a sweet display. Inside one seed, not a lie, But my name suggests you can’t rely.

Hint: Think of a fruit that rhymes with ‘sly’.

A knot of dough, baked and brown, With salt crystals like a crown. Hard or soft, a tasty bite, At ballparks, I’m a delight.

Hint: twisty

What two things can you never eat for breakfast?

• I’m green and bushy, with a stalk so thick,
• My florets look like trees, pick me quick.
• Steam me or roast me, healthy and nice,
• I’m packed with vitamins, a top choice.

Hint: I resemble a tiny tree you can eat.

• I’m a bulb that grows beneath the soil,
• My layers of skin will make you recoil.
• Chop me and the tears will start to stream,
• But add me to soup for a savory dream.

Hint: Cooks often wear goggles when handling me.

Deep red root with earthy taste, In borscht soup, I’m placed. My name suggests I’m always beat, But in a studio, I’m a musical treat.

Hint: Think of a beet that drops the beat.

• I rest in the soil, under the sun’s glow,
• My skin is bumpy, eyes in a row.
• I can’t look around, though I’ve many a stare,
• Mash me or fry me, a treat beyond compare.

Hint: You can make fries from me.

I come in colors: green, yellow, red, Crunchy and fresh, a sandwich spread. Slice me raw or cook me quick, I’m not spicy, that’s my trick.

Hint: Think of a silent bell.

Big and heavy, on the vine I’m found, But if a pachyderm comes around, I’ll be flattened, that’s my fate, A mashed veggie on your plate.

Hint: Think of a squash, squished.

Thistle-like leaves, you peel and dip, Heart at the center, quite a tip. But if you hear my name, you might dial, A rescue number, all the while.

Hint: Artichoke hearts are tasty, not scary.

Steaming cup of liquid brown, A cozy treat in winter town. Powder or syrup mixed with milk, So sweet and smooth, like silk.

Hint: Cocoa beans are its base.