From wood it’s made,
from string it’s made,
it floats upon the wind.
it’s made by one,
it’s made by many,
from hands and mouths it spins.
A score without a game,
a staff not for the lame,
with seven letters tamed,
with five letters named.
What is it?

I’m the part of the bird that’s not in the sky.
I can swim in the ocean and yet remain dry.
What am i?

What can fall on water,
still does not get wet?

I am weightless,
I cry, but you can see me.
put me in a bucket,
and I’ll make it lighter.
What am i?