I work in a field, My flower has four petals. In fiction I'm gilded, My heart's made of metal,
Who am I?
You are a compass
You work in a magnetic field,
your flower the compass rose has four petals north/east/south/west
In fiction you are gilded "The Golden Compass"
and your heart the needle is made of metal.
I am made of plastic or metal, I am used for play or for work, and you’ll usually see me in a sandbox but I am mostly out in the winter months. What am I?
I can sizzle like bacon; I am made in a egg; I have plenty of backbone but lack my legs. I peel layers like an onion but still remain whole. I can be long like a flag pole yet fit in a hole. I come at you in all sorts of colors and sometimes I like being around water. What am I?
I know what my job is, The point has been made. You say I have a big head, And you're right, I'm afraid. Put me in my place, And then leave me alone. What I need most, Is someone to drive me home. What am I?
