Golden treasures I contain, Guarded by hundreds and thousands. Stored in a labyrinth where no man walks, Yet men come often to seize my gold. By smoke I am overcome and robbed, Then left to build my treasure anew.
What am I?
its a bee hive!
Answer: A BEE HIVE
I am thinking of a two-digit number.
If I write 3 to the left of my number, and double this three-digit number, the result is 27 times my original number.
What is my number?
Beneath the drowsy summer sun, I spread my golden hair. From dawn until the day is done, I lie without a care. My locks soon turn from gold to white. And so depends my ease. My hair comes loose and takes to flight. Adrift upon the breeze. What am I?
