Only one color, but not one size,
Stuck at the bottom, but easily flies,
Present in sun, but not in rain,
Doing no harm, and feeling no pain.

Old Mother Twitchet had one eye,
And a long tail that she let fly,
And every time she went through a gap,
She left a bit of her tail in the trap.

In marble walls as white as milk,
Lined with skin as soft as silk,
Within a fountain crystal clear,
A golden apple does appear.
No doors are there to this stronghold-
Yet thieves break in and steal the gold.

I found these today in a pop-up book about dragonology at the EvCC library. The book had sample dragon scales and everything. So cool. Ha ha. I love the first one. And I’m sure everyone’s heard the third one, but I posted it anyway.

I’ll post the answers later.