Riddle #36

Without a partner, I sit here mutely,My grace and beauty for you to reckon.Bright head above a regal neck, soft curves,And promise of my rich voice do beckon.I’m inevitably hollow, the fretful type,But with practice, I could be your soul mate:If you hold me just right, I’ll resonate your spiritIn faultless pitch, your song to elevate.

Riddle #35

I know a word of letters three.Add two, and fewer there will be.

Riddle #34

Golden treasures I contain, guarded by an army of hundreds and thousands. Stored in a labyrinth where no man walks, yet men come often to seize my gold.

Riddle #33

Lighter when full, heavier when empty, I am funny and forceful when used aplenty.