Riddles for 6 Year Olds — Page 4

I am only useful When I am full, Yet I am always Full of holes.

I am orange, round, and carved with a scary face on Halloween. What am I?

I am the star of Thanksgiving dinner. I am a big bird. What am I?

I am taken from a mine, and shut up in a wooden case, from which I am never released, and yet I am used by almost everybody.

Hint: I am taken from a mine…

I am thin, tall and I cannot walk but I have a tilted head . What am I!?

I am weightless, but you can see me. Put me in a bucket, and I’ll make it lighter. What am I?

Hint: I am weightless…

I am white and cold. Children roll me into balls and build a friend out of me. What am I?

I am white, see-through, and float around haunted houses at night. What am I?

I am wrapped in paper and tied with a bow. You open me on your birthday. What am I?

I can be cracked, I can be made. I can be told, I can be played. What am I?

I can be created by humans, but they cannot control me. I suck on wood, paper and flesh alike. I can be more of a hindrance than help. To my creators, I seem to be everywhere at once. What am I?

Hint: I can be created by humans…

I can be long, or I can be short. I can be grown, and I can be bought. I can be painted, or left bare. I can be round, or square. What am I?

Hint: I can be long…

I can trap many different things and colors, Ever changing, not boring. Look closely and you may find yourself also caught in my trap. What am I?

Hint: I can trap many different things and colors…

I carry your books and lunch on your back to school. What am I?

I come once a year in a big red suit and deliver gifts down chimneys. Who am I?

I dig out tiny caves, and store gold and silver in them. I also build bridges of silver and make crowns of gold. They are the smallest you could imagine. Sooner or later everybody needs my help, yet many people are afraid to let me help them. Who am I?

Hint: I dig out tiny caves…

I fly at night, hang upside down to sleep, and love to eat insects. What am I?

I fly, yet I have no wings. I cry, yet I have no eyes. Darkness follows me; lower light I never see.

Hint: I fly…

I follow you all day long, copying your every move. But the moment you step into a pitch-black room, I completely disappear. What am I?

I give milk and have a horn but I’m not a cow? What am I?