You put a skirt around my bottom, Once I have been chopped, The other end a star or an angel, Is how I get topped. What am I?
You see him flying around carrying bows and arrows and once he hits you with it, all you feel is love not sorrow. He must have hit us both. Who is he?
It is like a doll, But not for playing; It stand up straight, but if windy it may be laying; It is well-known and famous for having no brain; It work outside both day and night in sunshine or in rain. What is it ?
