There are four brothers in this world that were all born together. The first runs and never wearies. The second eats and is never full. The third drinks and is always thirsty. The fourth sings a song that is never good. Water, fire, earth, windA cloud was my mother, the wind is my father, my son is the cool stream, and my daughter is the fruit of the land. A rainbow is my bed, the earth my final resting place, and I’m the torment of man. RainPoke your fingers in my eyes and I will open wide my jaws. Linen cloth, quills, or paper, my greedy lust devours them all. Shears (or scissors)What is that which goes with a carriage, comes with a carriage, is of no use to a carriage, and yet the carriage cannot go without it? NoiseIt stands on one leg with its heart in its head. A cabbageIt’s been around for millions of years, but it’s no more than a month old. What is it? The moonA white dove flew down by the castle. Along came a king and picked it up handless, ate it up toothless, and carried it away wingless. Snow melted by the sun