A house, a picture, a bed, I come in many a form; Found in buildings, work, Museums are norm. I give structure, Foundation, protection. I hold memories tight Or point windows’ direction. What am I? You’ll never guess, But A-type is the best.

I am your only friend who never leaves you in the sun, But abandons you completely in the dark. What am I?

I have a head full of strands, whether I’m a cleaning implement or long overdue for a haircut.

It takes less time for me to count backwards from a hundred than it does from seventy-five. What am I ?

I have a hat but I’ve no hair, Buttons for eyes, but I just stare. I never walk, I never go, I just scare crows