1
What has roots as nobody sees, Is taller than trees, Up, up it goes, And yet never grows?
3
I’m your uncle’s brother, But I’m not your uncle.
4
Thirty white horses on a red hill, First they champ, Then they stamp, Then they stand still.
9
It is round and yellow, It is like a ball of fire. It rises in the east, It sets in the west.
