Rhyming Riddles 🎶 in 2025

I’m warm and fuzzy but I don’t cuddle. Spot me then run (even through puddles). I’m brown, or black, and even grizzly. I’ll gobble up your barbecue if your sausages are sizzly.

Buzzing little hummer, I’m busy all summer. No time to shirk, no man is able to do my work.

In a tree I will move as slow as can be, my name is a sin yet from them I’m free.

Fast on my feet, driving dogs mad. My tail flicks when I’m angry, I hum if I’m glad.

I like to hop around on my four green feet, but sadly it’s my legs, that French people love to eat.

You’ll find me at the bend, or in a triangle at the end.

Surfaces? Of those I have six, Each is exactly the same, you won’t find a mix.

I’m not gas or a solid, but something more unique, I’m the water you find flowing through a river or creek.

Can you see me? Usually you can’t. I can surround you though, and surround your aunt!

I can be cracked, and also played. I’m sometimes told, and often made.

I make people fear, and it’s been said I come out of your ears. Quiet as a mouse, and not welcome in the house.

Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold.
In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.

I am the fountain from which no one can drink.
For many I am considered a necessary link.
Like gold to all I am sought for,
but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.

They try to beat me, they try in vain.
And when I win, I end the pain

It stands upright and can be quite grand.
Its secret is not hidden but right at hand.
What is it?

I am the third from a sparkle bright,
I thrive throughout the day and night.
Deep in the path of a cows white drink.
I’ve had thousands of millions of years to think.
But one of my creatures is killing me.
And so the question I ask to thee,
is who am I?

This mother comes from a family of eight,
Supports her children in spite of their weight,
Turns around without being called,
Has held you since the time you crawled.

By Moon or by Sun, I shall be found.
Yet I am undone, if there’s no light around.

My first, though water, cures no thirst,
My next alone has soul,
And when he lives upon my first,
He then is called my whole.

This thing all things devours,
Birds, beasts, trees, and flowers.
Gnaws iron bites steel,
Grinds hard stones to meal,
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down