I'm a master of hide-and-seek. Catching me with whiskey is the only thing that works. Drunkenly, I sing the song of your people before I hop away, using my antlers to scare the huntsman into hiding their shins. I am so scarce 'cause I only breed when the sky is right. Milking me is nothing but troublesome, though the stores keep trying to sell you some. Spotting me is a lottery, but if you do, you may win the jackpot.

I'm the source of the problem, or so they call me, When really I'm just part of a plant or a tree, Where it's dark and it's cold I burrow my way, I seek out fresh water and lock my body in place

I am best when I am long, standing tall and straight, I look my best when stiff and firm, a truly proud estate, I’m known to release some sticky sap when fully grown and ripe, And if you handle me too much, you’ll need a cloth to wipe.

I know it's late summer now, but before you know it, this season will show up out of nowhere!

My daughter’s favorite riddle is this: What looks like a celestial body without being said celestial body?