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?
ans is - a nail
It should be LOCK.
In my job I know my fate It's written for me in black and white Everyone will sit and wait To see what my boss improved last night
What is my job?
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 work in a field, My flower has four petals. In fiction I'm gilded, My heart's made of metal,
Who am I?
I hold up the sky; I hold many pounds. Just so you know, I can never fall on the *ground*. I am made of the world; without me you'll die. The ones who survive are the ones that can fly. What am I?
