I am never still, yet I go nowhere. I cover more than half the world, yet fit in no map's margin. I hold the sky's reflection but own no mirror. Kings have crossed me, none have conquered me yet. What am I?

What do you call a toy spinning on a wannabe mountain?

If you jump off the Pont Neuf in Paris, you must be...

I cannot fly high up in the sky, But I swim really fast as fish go by. I live where it’s chilly and sometimes it snows, In a black-and-white tuxedo, from head to toes.

Fields of green and barns of red, It’s where your milk and meat are bred. Tractors roll and crops grow tall, What’s the place that has them all?