227+ Best Riddles For Kids (With Answers)

I come in colors bright and light, you blow me up and hold me tight. What am I?

I have pages you can turn, and stories you can learn. What am I?

I have wheels and pedals too, I take you places, it's fun to do. What am I?

I stack and click, build what you wish, in many colors, I'm quite the dish. What am I?

I'm fun to play with, night or day, from action figures to dolls, in every way. What am I?

I live in a box, with buttons and screens, I take you to worlds beyond your dreams. What am I?

I'm soft and cuddly, you hold me tight, I keep you company through the night. What am I?

Cold and sweet, a summer delight, I come in flavors that taste just right. What am I?

With strings and frets, I make a sound, strum my chords, music is found. What am I?

Stack me high, build with care, I might tumble, so beware. What am I?

With a mane and tail, I gallop away, in fairy tales, I love to play. What am I?

I swim in a bowl, round and round, a quiet pet that doesn’t make a sound. What am I?

With a screen and games, I entertain, you can play or watch again and again. What am I?

I come in flavors, chew me slow, trade with friends, I’m good to go. What am I?

With wheels and tricks, I roll with style, you can ride me for a while. What am I?

With bristles and paint, I color bright, bringing pictures to life with light. What am I?

Full of stories to read at night, I help you sleep with dreams in sight. What am I?

With wings and glitter, I grant your wish, a magical friend you won’t dismiss. What am I?

Sweet and sticky, on a stick, a fun treat that's gone quick. What am I?

A place with swings and slides, where laughter and fun abide. What am I?

Easy Riddles for Kids

I’m yellow and round, I shine in the sky, up high and bright, I light up the day. What am I?

I’m full of keys but can’t open a door, I play sweet music, nothing more. What am I?

I have a face and hands, but no arms or legs, I show you the time without pegs. What am I?

I have a neck but no head, and I wear a cap. What am I?

I have hands but can’t clap. What am I?

I’m a ball that bounces but never moves. What am I?

I’m soft and fluffy, used for sleep, on your bed, I’m a treat. What am I?

I’m a house with no doors or windows, but you can eat me. What am I?

I’m a fruit that’s yellow and sour, with a twist, I give a citrusy power. What am I?

I’m full of holes but hold water tight, in the kitchen, I’m used day and night. What am I?

I’m a room that has no doors or windows. What am I?

I’m a flying mammal, awake at night, I use echolocation to find what’s right. What am I?

I’m made of glass, but I can cut, hold me carefully or I’ll put you in a rut. What am I?

I have a trunk but no leaves, no roots, I can’t be alive, and I don’t grow fruits. What am I?

I’m white and perfect for cutting and grinding. For most animals, I am a useful tool. What am I?

I’m a fruit that’s red with seeds on top, in a shortcake, I’m the pop. What am I?

I’m something in your house, full of teeth but can’t bite. What am I?

I’m a piece of furniture with legs so tall, you sit on me, I’m found in the hall. What am I?

I’m full of water, clear and bright, with fish swimming in my sight. What am I?

I’m a type of light, used on a bike, I help you see in the dark of night. What am I?

I’m sweet and sticky, made by bees, in a jar, I’m spread with ease. What am I?

I’m green and leafy, in a bowl I’m tossed, with dressing, I’m boss. What am I?

I’m a sandwich spread, peanut’s friend, with jelly, I blend. What am I?

I’m a crunchy vegetable, orange and sweet, rabbits love me, I’m a treat. What am I?

I’m a dairy treat, cold and sweet, in a cone, I’m a favorite to eat. What am I?

I can fly without wings. I can cry without eyes. Wherever I go, darkness flies. What am I?

I’m not alive, but I grow. I don’t have lungs, but I need air. I don’t have a mouth, but water kills me. What am I?

I have cities, but no houses. I have mountains, but no trees. I have water, but no fish. What am I?

I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have no body, but I come alive with the wind. What am I?

I’m tall when I’m young and short when I’m old. What am I?

The more you take, the more you leave behind. What am I?

I’m full of keys but can’t open a single lock. What am I?

I’m light as a feather, yet the strongest man can’t hold me for much longer than a minute. What am I?

I have a neck, but no head. I wear a cap, but no hat. What am I?

I can travel around the world while staying in a corner. What am I?

I can be cracked, made, told, and played. What am I?

I have hands but can’t clap. What am I?

I run, but never walk. I have a mouth, but never talk. What am I?

I’m always in front of you but can’t be seen. What am I?

I can be long or short; I can be grown or bought; I can be painted or left bare; I can be round or square. What am I?

I’m heavy forward, but backward I’m not. What am I?

What has to be broken before you can use it?

I have one eye, but can’t see. What am I?

What gets wetter as it dries?

I have branches, but no fruit, trunk, or leaves. What am I?

I’m a number that’s three times the sum of my digits. What am I?

I add five to nine, and get two. The answer is correct, but how? What am I?

I’m an odd number. Take away one letter and I become even. What am I?

I’m a three-digit number. My tens digit is five more than my ones digit. My hundreds digit is eight less than my tens digit. What am I?

I am a number you can count on. What am I?

I’m a symbol used to add, but my shape is something you may have. What am I?

If two’s company and three’s a crowd, what are four and five?

How can you add eight 8’s to get the number 1,000?

I’m a number that’s odd but becomes even when you take away a letter. What am I?

I’m a number that’s not even or odd. What am I?

I’m a number that’s twice the product of its digits. What am I?

If you multiply me by any number, the answer will always be the same. What am I?

What comes once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years?

I’m a number that’s five more than the number of days in two weeks. What am I?

I’m a three-digit number. My hundreds digit is three times my ones digit, and my tens digit is four more than my ones digit. What am I?

I’m the result of adding the same number to itself, and then to that result. What am I?

I’m a two-digit number, when multiplied by 2, the digits reverse. What am I?

I’m a number that’s made up of two digits. When you subtract five from me, the digits reverse. What am I?

I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have no body, but I come alive with wind. What am I?

I’m tall when I’m young and short when I’m old. What am I?

I have keys but no locks, space but no room. You can enter, but you can’t go outside. What am I?

I’m an odd number. Take away one letter and I become even. What am I?

I can be cracked, made, told, and played. What am I?

I’m light as a feather, yet the strongest man can’t hold me for much longer than a minute. What am I?

I have a neck but no head. I wear a cap but no hat. What am I?

I have cities but no houses, forests but no trees, and rivers but no water. What am I?

I’m taken from a mine, and shut up in a wooden case, from which I’m never released, and yet I am used by almost every person. What am I?

I can fill a room, but I take up no space. What am I?

The more you take, the more you leave behind. What am I?

I have branches, but no fruit, trunk, or leaves. What am I?

What has to be broken before you can use it?

I’m always in front of you but can’t be seen. What am I?

What has one eye but can’t see?

I have hands but can’t clap. What am I?

I run but never walk, have a mouth but never talk. What am I?

I’m not alive, but I can grow. I don’t have lungs, but I need air. What am I?

I’m full of holes but still hold water. What am I?

What goes up but never comes down?

I’m heavy forward, but backward I’m not. What am I?

I can travel around the world while staying in a corner. What am I?

What gets wetter as it dries?

I have many teeth, but I cannot bite. What am I?

I can be cracked, made, told, and played. What am I?

I come in red and white, hang on the tree, my taste is sweet and minty. What am I?

I guide the sleigh through the night, my nose shines bright and light. What am I?

I'm round and bright, up in the night, bringing cheer and light. What am I?

I'm made of snow, with a hat and scarf, three round balls, who am I by half? What am I?

You hang me up with care, filled with goodies to share. What am I?

I jingle and ring, bringing cheer as I sing. What am I?

I come with gifts in a sleigh, pulled by reindeer on Christmas day. What am I?

I sit on top of the tree, shining for all to see. What am I?

I bring joy and light, on a cold, dark night, with many colors bright. What am I?

I am wrapped in shiny paper, a gift for you, a holiday caper. What am I?

I have branches and needles, green all year, decorated with love and cheer. What am I?

I sing songs of joy, with carolers all around, spreading cheer by the pound. What am I?

I'm hung on doors with cheer, made of evergreens, so dear. What am I?

I am cozy and warm, by the fire's charm, where stockings hang in form. What am I?

I am white and cold, cover the ground, a blanket all around. What am I?

I fly in the sky, spreading cheer, with presents near. What am I?

I'm red and green, often seen, decorating Christmas scenes. What am I?

I come in many shapes, to sweetly bake, a holiday treat to make. What am I?

I bring people together, in all kinds of weather, for a meal that's better. What am I?

I sit on the mantle, burning bright, bringing warmth and light. What am I?

I tell stories of joy, for every girl and boy, read aloud with a toy. What am I?

I help Santa check twice, if you're naughty or nice, with a list precise. What am I?

I sit under the tree, bringing surprise and glee, wrapped up prettily. What am I?

I am filled with cheer, for the end of the year, toasting with good cheer. What am I?

I sparkle and shine, making spirits bright, on a cold winter's night. What am I?

I fly on a broom, wear a pointy hat, cast spells with a cackle. What am I?

I say "Boo!" and give a fright, I'm see-through in the night. What am I?

I have a stem and seeds inside, carve me out with a spooky wide-eyed. What am I?

I hang in webs, eight legs I show, creeping in the shadows. What am I?

I come in a group, flying in the night, black as coal and out of sight. What am I?

I roam the graveyard with a moan, wrapped in cloth, all alone. What am I?

I howl at the moon, furry and wild, changing shape like a cursed child. What am I?

I rise from the dead, seeking brains to eat, moving slow with shuffling feet. What am I?

I have a sharp toothy grin, light up from within, carved with care. What am I?

I wear a cape, avoid sunlight, drink blood to stay alive. What am I?

I rattle my bones, dance in the night, with a skeleton's delight. What am I?

I brew potions in my cauldron, casting spells and rhymes, on Halloween night. What am I?

I wear a mask, go door to door, collecting treats and more. What am I?

I have a broomstick, fly in the sky, cackling as I pass by. What am I?

I live in a haunted house, quiet as a mouse, making eerie sounds. What am I?

I guard the front porch, with a face that glows, made from a pumpkin. What am I?

I scare crows away, stand in the field, with straw in my clothes. What am I?

I lurk in the dark, ready to fright, in a haunted park. What am I?

I say "trick or treat," in costume neat, collecting sweets. What am I?

I’m full of hay, a spooky prop, in the barn or the crop. What am I?

I fly with ease, on the breeze, with wings like leaves. What am I?

I’m a scary decoration, hanging in the dark, waiting to spark. What am I?

I hide under beds, give you a scare, with a monster’s glare. What am I?

I rise from the crypt, in a frightful grip, seeking to sip. What am I?

I light up the night, with orange and black, and give you a fright. What am I?

I swing from trees and love to play, with a long tail that helps me sway. What am I?

I'm known for my spots and graceful stride, in the jungle, I take pride. What am I?

I quack and waddle, swim in a pond, my feathers are waterproof and blond. What am I?

I have a mane and a mighty roar, I'm the king of the jungle, hear me more. What am I?

I hop around and love to jump, my legs are strong, I thump and bump. What am I?

I slither silently on the ground, with scales so sleek, I make no sound. What am I?

I fly at night and hoot with glee, my big round eyes help me see. What am I?

I have eight legs and spin a web, catching bugs is how I'm fed. What am I?

I build dams and gnaw on wood, in streams and rivers, I'm understood. What am I?

I have a trunk and am very tall, with big ears, I hear it all. What am I?

I run fast on prairies wide, with black and white stripes on my side. What am I?

I climb trees with furry paws, sharp claws help me in my cause. What am I?

I have a shell on my back, slow and steady is my track. What am I?

I buzz around from flower to flower, making honey with all my power. What am I?

I’m pink and I oink in the mud, with a curly tail and quite a thud. What am I?

I can mimic words that you say, colorful feathers, I love to play. What am I?

I have fins and swim in the sea, blowing bubbles, I'm carefree. What am I?

I hop and croak near the pond, my tongue is long and quite fond. What am I?

I live in the sea and have many arms, with suction cups and lots of charms. What am I?

I am man's best friend, loyal and true, with a wagging tail, I stick to you. What am I?

I purr and meow, I chase a mouse, curling up quiet as a mouse. What am I?

I’m black and white and eat bamboo, in China’s forests, I live too. What am I?

I hop around in Australia’s land, with a pouch that's quite grand. What am I?

I live in the Arctic, where it’s cold, with a white coat, I’m brave and bold. What am I?

I have keys but no locks. What am I?

I help you see with two lenses. What am I?

I always get older, never younger. What am I?

I have hands but can't clap. What am I?

I fly and bring rain. What am I?

You can feel me but not see me. What am I?

I’m a three-letter seed. What am I?

I follow you everywhere. What am I?

I hold water despite my holes. What am I?

I can be cracked and told. What am I?

I get shorter as I burn. What am I?

I fly without a motor. What am I?

I follow you without feet. What am I?

I have keys and play music. What am I?

I have branches but no leaves. What am I?

I come in pairs and help you walk. What am I?

I’m light and cover the ground in winter. What am I?

I’m made by bees and taste sweet. What am I?

I’m furry and hunt at night. What am I?

I have colorful wings. What am I?

I come out at night and disappear by day. What am I?

I need air but water kills me. What am I?

I light up the night but I'm not a star in the sky. What am I?

I’m green and grow in a bed, cut me, and I’ll lose my head. What am I?

I bloom in spring and bring delight, with petals pink, red, or white. What am I?

I fall from the sky and make things wet, without me, flowers you won’t get. What am I?

I wake up in spring and go buzz, buzz, making honey, just because. What am I?

I come in colors, bright and fair, after the rain, I’m in the air. What am I?

I fly around with wings so bright, I start as a caterpillar, light. What am I?

I grow on trees, I’m small and red, in pies and jams, I’m often spread. What am I?

I hop in the grass, my legs are long, I croak and chirp a springtime song. What am I?

I’m a tool with tines to comb the ground, gathering leaves that are around. What am I?

I’m yellow and bright, and grow in the sun, my petals follow, one by one. What am I?

I fly back home when spring is here, building nests for eggs so dear. What am I?

I start as a bulb deep in the ground, in spring I’m a bloom that can be found. What am I?

I sprout up fresh and green from the earth, I’m a sign of spring’s new birth. What am I?

I dance in the wind, my seeds fly away, helping new flowers grow one day. What am I?

I come in a shower and make a bow, I’m liquid sunshine for plants to grow. What am I?

I’m small and green, found on the ground, turning into frogs with a leap and bound. What am I?

I have wings of colors bright, I flit and flutter, a springtime sight. What am I?

I’m the season that follows the snow, bringing warmth and plants that grow. What am I?

I bloom in clusters, pink and sweet, on trees that line a springtime street. What am I?

I’m green and I cover the hills, from the thawing snow and winter chills. What am I?

I’m a bird that sings in spring, with a red breast and on the wing. What am I?

I wake from sleep in spring’s new light, with a stretch and yawn, ready to bite. What am I?

I’m fluffy and yellow, a springtime sight, chirping and pecking with all my might. What am I?

I’m planted in rows, in gardens so neat, with stalks of green and roots to eat. What am I?

I’m full of buds in spring’s warm days, my branches bloom in pink displays. What am I?

I’m a soft breeze that whispers by, bringing warmth as I sigh. What am I?

I’m a bug that lights up the night, flying around with my little light. What am I?

I’m a place where flowers grow, in rows and beds, a colorful show. What am I?

I’m a rainstorm’s gentle spray, bringing blooms in the month of May. What am I?

I’m a month with showers, bringing forth May flowers. What am I?

I’m a cozy home for birds, built with twigs and strings, safe for little wings. What am I?

I’m a basket filled with grass and sweets, given on a holiday for special treats. What am I?

I hop around with ears so long, delivering eggs with a joyful song. What am I?

I’m worn on your head, fancy and bright, for Easter parades, a splendid sight. What am I?

I come in chocolate, white and milk, wrapped in foil or smooth as silk. What am I?

I’m a story of rising from the grave, celebrated on Easter, lives to save. What am I?

I’m a small, yellow bird in an egg-shaped shell, cheeping and peeping, I tell you well. What am I?

I’m a game where you hunt for me, hiding in grass, bushes, or a tree. What am I?

I’m a type of flower, fragrant and sweet, in an Easter bouquet, a springtime treat. What am I?

I’m sweet and sticky, shaped like a bunny, in your Easter basket, I’m oh so yummy. What am I?

I’m a feast with ham and pie, to celebrate Easter, you give me a try. What am I?

I’m rolled on a hill in a fun race, down I go with eggs in my place. What am I?

I’m a cross made of wood, for Easter’s sake, remembering a story of great heartache. What am I?

I’m a holiday that comes in spring, with eggs and bunnies, joy I bring. What am I?

I’m a treasure found in pastel hues, with a candy surprise, to amuse. What am I?

I’m hidden by parents with lots of care, for children to find everywhere. What am I?

I’m a symbol of life, new and bright, celebrating Jesus’s might. What am I?

I’m a basket of joy, full of sweets, given to kids as special treats. What am I?

I’m a candy with a jelly bean taste, found in an egg or candy case. What am I?

I’m a day to dress up and wear my best, to celebrate life and all the rest. What am I?

I’m a church with bells ringing out, celebrating Jesus with a joyful shout. What am I?

I’m a treat in the shape of a peep, sugary and sweet, for you to keep. What am I?

I’m a symbol of hope and rebirth, celebrated with joy and mirth. What am I?

I’m a card with wishes bright, sent to friends on Easter night. What am I?

I’m a meal of roast lamb, fresh and fine, enjoyed with family, a special time. What am I?

I’m covered in frosting and lit with flames, on your birthday, you call my name. What am I?

I’m bright and colorful, floating in the air, tied with a string, I’m everywhere. What am I?

I’m wrapped and given with love and cheer, a surprise inside, something dear. What am I?

I’m a sweet treat on a stick, for birthdays, I’m a pick. What am I?

I’m sung to you with joy and glee, to celebrate your special day, you see. What am I?

I’m a card with wishes and love, given on your birthday, from below or above. What am I?

I’m colorful and burst with a pop, with candy inside, I’m a fun stop. What am I?

I’m a game you play with friends, to win prizes, fun never ends. What am I?

I’m a hat you wear on your special day, pointed and festive in every way. What am I?

I’m a meal with your favorite dish, served on your birthday, your special wish. What am I?

I’m blown out with a wish in mind, to make your dreams come true, so kind. What am I?

I’m a party with music and cheer, celebrating you once a year. What am I?

I’m a sweet frozen treat, on a stick or in a cup, to beat the heat. What am I?

I’m a sugary treat with a swirl, on your birthday, I’m sure to unfurl. What am I?

I’m a letter that comes in the mail, inviting you to a party, without fail. What am I?

I’m a gift that you play, to make music every day. What am I?

I’m a bounce house that’s full of air, for jumping and playing without a care. What am I?

I’m a song that makes you move, played at parties with a groove. What am I?

I’m a string of lights, bright and gay, decorating your party in a festive way. What am I?

I’m a funny clown with a big red nose, at your party, fun he shows. What am I?

I’m a photo taken with friends so dear, to remember your birthday all year. What am I?

I’m a game of hitting a ball, at your party, we play and have a ball. What am I?

I’m a favor given to guests, as a thank you, you’re the best. What am I?

I’m a colorful string you pull, to make confetti fall, a party’s full. What am I?

I’m a game where you pin the tail, on a donkey with a blindfold, without fail. What am I?

I’m a bird that’s big and brown, served at dinner, roasted down. What am I?

I’m orange and round, a pie delight, served on Thanksgiving night. What am I?

I’m mashed and creamy, a side so fine, with gravy on top, you dine. What am I?

I’m red and tart, a sauce so sweet, on Thanksgiving, I’m a treat. What am I?

I’m green and in a casserole, with crispy onions, I’m on a roll. What am I?

I’m a parade with floats and bands, on Thanksgiving, across the lands. What am I?

I’m a cornucopia full of fruits and grains, symbolizing harvest gains. What am I?

I’m a bread that’s corny and sweet, at Thanksgiving, I’m a treat. What am I?

I’m a sport played with a ball, on Thanksgiving, teams give their all. What am I?

I’m a stuffing that’s savory and nice, inside the turkey, with herbs and spice. What am I?

I’m a gathering of family and friends, giving thanks, our love extends. What am I?

I’m a sweet potato dish, topped with marshmallows, a Thanksgiving wish. What am I?

I’m a harvest festival celebrated in fall, with gratitude, we recall. What am I?

I’m a pie that’s filled with pecans, sweet and nutty, I’m a Thanksgiving icon. What am I?

I’m a table where we gather around, to give thanks, joy abounds. What am I?

I’m a sauce with spices and zest, on turkey, I taste the best. What am I?

I’m a dessert that’s creamy and light, with whipped cream on top, a delight. What am I?

I’m a holiday with a big meal, giving thanks for blessings real. What am I?

I’m a tradition of sharing and love, giving thanks to the heavens above. What am I?

I’m a
that’s buttery and warm, from the oven, in a roll form. What am I?

I’m a side dish with corn and cream, a Thanksgiving dream. What am I?

I’m a time to reflect and be glad, for the good times we’ve had. What am I?

I’m a pilgrim feast from days of yore, celebrating harvest and more. What am I?

I’m a salad made with Jell-O bright, on Thanksgiving, I’m a sight. What am I?

I’m a feast where we carve and share, a time of plenty and care. What am I?

I’m a dairy treat, cold and sweet, in a cone, I’m a favorite to eat. What am I?

I’m green inside, but brown on the out, in guacamole, I’m about. What am I?

I’m a fruit that’s red with seeds on top, in a shortcake, I’m the pop. What am I?

I’m a vegetable that makes you cry, when you peel me, tears don’t lie. What am I?

I’m a type of bread that you toast, with butter and jam, I’m the most. What am I?

I’m round and cheesy, with toppings galore, baked in an oven, everyone wants more. What am I?

I’m long and yellow, eaten in splits, with ice cream, I’m a hit. What am I?

I’m red and juicy, grown on a vine, sliced in salads, I’m fine. What am I?

I’m a crunchy snack, popped from a kernel, at the movies, I’m eternal. What am I?

I’m made of dough, with frosting on top, at breakfast, I’m a popular stop. What am I?

I’m a liquid, white and cold, in a glass or cereal, I’m bold. What am I?

I’m green and leafy, in a bowl I’m tossed, with dressing, I’m boss. What am I?

I’m a sandwich spread, peanut’s friend, with jelly, I blend. What am I?

I’m a crispy vegetable, orange and sweet, rabbits love me, I’m a treat. What am I?

I’m a dairy product, yellow or white, melted on toast, a delight. What am I?

I’m sweet and round, with a hole in the middle, glazed or plain, I’m no riddle. What am I?

I’m white and fluffy, soft and sweet, in a campfire treat, I’m neat. What am I?

I’m a sweet treat, brown and square, with graham crackers and marshmallows, I pair. What am I?

I’m crunchy and green, with a snap, in salads or sticks, a healthy snack. What am I?

I’m sweet and baked, in a pie, I’m a hit, with cinnamon and sugar, you can’t resist. What am I?

I’m a protein source, found in shells, scrambled or fried, I’m swell. What am I?

I’m a meat that’s often grilled, in a bun, with toppings, I’m thrilled. What am I?

I’m a sweet fruit, fuzzy and pink, in pies and jams, I link. What am I?

I’m a leafy green, used in wraps, with turkey and cheese, I’m a snap. What am I?

I’m a type of pasta, long and thin, with sauce and meatballs, dig in. What am I?

I’m a citrus fruit, sour and bright, in lemonade, I delight. What am I?

I’m baked and crusty, in loaves or rolls, with butter and jam, I console. What am I?

I’m a round fruit, with a pit inside, in pies and crumbles, I take pride. What am I?

I’m a vegetable, small and green, in pods, I’m seen. What am I?

I’m a sweet treat, with chocolate chips, baked in the oven, I’m a hit. What am I?

I soar back and forth, under the sky so blue, a seat on chains, a joyful view. What am I?

Climb up my steps, then down you glide, a fast descent, a thrilling ride. What am I?

I form a path in the air where kids like to swing and climb, made of bars in a line. What am I?

With a friend, I go up and down, balance us together, or we touch the ground. What am I?

I’m made of holds and grips, climb me high to reach the sky, on your hands and hips. What am I?

Soft and grainy underfoot, where you can dig, build, and put. What am I?

I’m a structure with bars and beams, climb me, swing me, like in your dreams. What am I?

I spin around with seats for fun, hold on tight until I’m done. What am I?

A pole with a ball on a string, hit it round and round, let it swing. What am I?

A tiny home within the park, for playing house until it's dark. What am I?

I bounce you up, I bounce you down, on my surface, you won't frown. What am I?

Water sprays in the summer heat, run through me to feel a treat. What am I?

I’m a path made of rope, high above the ground, step carefully so you don't fall down. What am I?

Round and round I swing on a tree, made from an old car, what could I be? What am I?

Lay out your food, have a meal, in the park, I’m your deal. What am I?

Sit and rest, watch the fun, under the sky or under the sun. What am I?

I quench your thirst in the park, with just a push, I’ll hit the mark. What am I?

Soft and cushy, underfoot I stay, keeping you safe while you play. What am I?

Smooth and hard, under wheels I spread, giving you a path to tread. What am I?

Dribble and shoot, I’m a place for play, with hoops on either end to save the day. What am I?

In front of a net, aim for the goal, where the players’ kicks roll. What am I?

Jump from square to square, on the ground I'm found, fun to play all around. What am I?

Line up your ride, keep it neat, in the park, I hold your seat. What am I?

Keep the park clean, put waste away, in my open mouth every day. What am I?

Rock back and forth on my back, I’m shaped like a horse, fun on track. What am I?