419 riddles for age 7
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There is an ancient invention still used in some parts of the world today that allows people to see through walls. What is it?
Hint: There is an ancient invention still used in some parts of the world today that a…
There was a green house. Inside the green house there was a white house Inside the white house there was a red house. Inside the red house there were lots of babies.
Hint: There was a green house…
They can trickle down, They can tickle too. Or make you sneeze, Or comfort you. Their rustling sound, you’ve rarely heard, Unless you’re a pillow or a bird! What are they?
Hint: They can trickle down…
They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own. What are they?
Hint: They have not flesh…
This old one runs forever, but never moves at all. He has not lungs nor throat, but still a mighty roaring call. What is it?
Hint: This old one runs forever…
The drinks seem the same height. But a tiny secret hides at the bottom. The smallest object leaves the most room for juice.
Hint: Think displacement—bigger objects push out more liquid.
Three lives have I. Gentle enough to soothe the skin. Light enough to caress the sky. Hard enough to crack rocks. What am I?
Hint: Three lives have I…
Three men were walking out one day. Then it started raining hard. They raced 4 blocks to there house. When they got in, one man didnt get his hair wet. They did not have an umbrella, or a hat. How can this be?
Hint: Three men were walking out one day…
Tom and his younger sister were fighting. Their mother was tired of the fighting, and decided to punish them by making them stand on the same piece of newspaper in such a way that they couldn’t touch each other. How did she accomplish this?
Hint: Tom and his younger sister were fighting…
Violet, indigo, blue and green, yellow, orange and red; these are the colors you have seen after the storm has fled.What am I?
Hint: Violet…
Weight in my belly, Trees on my back. Nails in my ribs, Feet I do lack.
The more I do my job, the wetter I become. I show up after baths and pool days, and I’m usually folded in a cupboard until needed.
Hint: Picture what you reach for after stepping out of the shower.
I’m big and bouncy, shaped like a ring or a swan. You climb onto me, and the relaxing is long. I keep you afloat with no need to kick, But watch for a leak, or I might sink quick.
Hint: You inflate me with a pump.
What always goes to bed with shoes on?
Steaming mug on a chilly night, Sweet with spices, a warmth so right. Pressed from apples, a harvest cheer, But my name suggests a little tear.
Hint: Think of a sad apple drink.
Crisp and juicy, a favorite pie, My name begins with a tech-guy. But I’m just a fruit, not a machine, Red and sweet, a natural scene.
Hint: Think of a computer that starts with M.
From flour and yeast I rise so high, In the oven I bake, then cool nearby. Slice me for toast or a sandwich to spread, I’m the staff of life, it’s said.
Hint: loaf
Tiny flavor bombs in every shade, Chew them up, they’re homemade. Easter time they’re everywhere, Sugar beans with fruity air.
Hint: Not real beans, just sweets.
Hint: I’m not boiled, I’m cooked in a pan.
Batter on a sizzling plate, Flip it high, it’s really great. Stack ‘em up, add some jam, A morning meal for the fam.
Hint: flapjack