Riddles for 7 Year Olds — Page 19

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.

From a grain I’m rolled and cooked, A porridge that can’t be overlooked. Steaming bowl on a chilly morn, With maple syrup I am sworn.

Hint: porridge

Not from a cow, but from a tree, A milky drink that’s dairy-free. With cereal or in a smoothie glass, It’s made from a nut that’s a popular class.

Hint: nut milk

On pizza I stretch in gooey strings, A cheese that’s mild and brings A creamy bite to every slice, From mozzarella, a taste so nice.

Hint: pizza cheese

I come in a bottle with SPF numbers high. You squeeze me out and spread me on your thigh. I smell like coconut or maybe zinc, Without me, your skin might turn pink.

Hint: Reapply me after swimming.

What word contains all of the twenty six letters?

Dried grape, all shriveled and small, In oatmeal cookies, I stand tall. Some folks love me, some say no, In trail mix, I’m good to go.

Hint: Raisin is my name.

• I can be chunky or smooth, mild or fiery hot.
• I’m made from chopped veggies and a squeeze of lime.
• You’ll find me on tacos and nachos too.

Hint: I’m not guacamole, though we’re good friends.

Start a timer at dawn. Add six hours to seven. You land on a number that seems wrong, until you check your watch.

Hint: Think about the face of a clock.