I hold your clothes without speaking a word, On a thin, still bar I’m always preferred. Tie me to a rod or hook in the air Without me, your shirts would slump in despair.

I come in many shapes, sizes and a rainbow of colors. Some use me in the summer sun others use me when it rains. What am I?

What has one horn and gives away milk every day?

I help plants climb up toward the sky, I’m like a wall, but holes go by. I’m criss and cross, a wooden net, What am I that flowers can’t forget?

I’ve got six pockets Four legs. And Sixteen balls that like to get smacked.