What has wings, But can not fly. Is enclosed, But can outside also lie. Can open itself up, Or close itself away. Is the place of kings and queens, And doggerel of every means. What is it upon which I stand? Which can lead us to different lands.
A Stage.
I have four wings, but cannot fly, I never laugh and never cry, On the same spot I'm always found, toiling away with little sound. What am I?
What thing is not a thing but has a name? It can be tall or short it joins in with are games it joins in with are talks and joins in with are sport.
