A father's child, a mother's child, yet no one's son.

Who am I?

A finger goes in me. You fiddle with me when you're bored. The best man always has me first. What am I?

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

I am not a bull but I have horns.
I am not an ass but I have a pack saddle.
Wherever I go, I leave silver behind me.

Who am I?

You can win me and lose me but never buy me
You can not eat me and never want to part with me
I can make you cry or bring you joy
I am not a machine and definitely not a toy
You keep me but i am not forever just yours
You might find me in a case or on a shelf next to a vase
I am hard and i am tall if you bump me i am sure to fall
I am made of different materials and am at many events
If your lucky and fight hard I might be yours
What am I ?

When it is alive we sing, when it is dead we clap our hands. What is it?

I come in different shapes and sizes.
Parts of me are curved, other parts are straight.
You can put me anywhere you like,
but there is only one right place for me.
What am I?

There's a day, that comes around once a year.
To celebrate the man, you hold dear.
He gave you life, love and will pick you up if you fall.
When it comes to guys like him, He's the best of all.
Who is he?

Your mother’s brother’s only brother-in-law is asleep on your couch. Who is asleep on your couch?

You measure my life in hours
I serve you by expiring
I vanish faster when I am thin
and slower when I am thick
The wind is my energy
What am I?