I have hundreds of teeth but cannot bite. I am shattered into pieces before I am whole, And the more of me you find, the less of a gap remains.

I’m carried, but I’m not a burden. I open, but I’m not a door. I travel everywhere, yet I never walk. What am I?

What has ten letters and starts with gas?

I can rock from left to right And like to sing on tune My rhythm is consistent But my vocal chords are immune

I rise and fall as boats stall over mountain ridges and trolls fidges stone by stone built up in rome just to fall back down in london