I am the black child of a white father, a wingless bird, flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me, even though there is no cause for grief, and at once on my birth, I am dissolved into air. What am I?
There is a hypothetical state between the USA and Mexico border 'Tango'.
Here 70 percent of the population have defective eyesight, 75 percent are hard of hearing, 80 percent have Nose trouble and 85 percent suffer from allergies, what percentage (at a minimum) suffer from all four ailments?
I can sizzle like bacon,
I am made with an egg,
I have plenty of backbone, but lack a good leg,
I peel layers like onions, but still remain whole,
I can be long, like a flagpole, yet fit in a hole.
You have a square. What you have to do is cut and reassemble the square such that you create a Red Cross sign that has the same volume as that of the square.