Riddles for 7 Year Olds — Page 12

• 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.

I’m empty space in a slice of white, The more you eat, the more I’m in sight. I’m not the crust or the fluffy part, Just a gap that’s light as a lark.

Hint: a void in food

What gets wetter the more it dries?

What gets whiter the dirtier that it gets?

I’m a tiny beetle with a secret light. I twinkle in the bushes at night. Catch me gently in a jar, then let me go, So I can keep putting on my starry show.

Hint: You see me in the backyard around June and July.

What goes into the water black and comes out red?

What goes up and never comes down?

What goes up when the rain comes down?

Pear-shaped with a bumpy skin, Cut me open, my secret’s within. A big round pit in the center dark, On toast or in bowls, I leave my mark.

Hint: Millennial favorite.

Long and green, in the garden I grow, Grill or sauté me, don’t you know. My name starts with a place for beasts, But I’m a veggie for your feasts.

Hint: Think of an animal park.

• I’m mostly water, so I’m super hydrating.
• Slice me into rounds or spears for a snack.
• My skin is dark green, sometimes bumpy.

Hint: I’m not a pickle until you brine me.