I start as a flower but grow underground, a wood-like shell waiting to be found. Two in a pod, but not a true nut. What am I, that makes elephants happy and sound?

I carry papers on my face, And keep them steady in one place. I have a clip that holds them tight, So you can write both day and night. I’m not a desk, I’m small and light; What am I?

Spin, spin, spin, The toy will not fall. Tells the man if he is real- Or in a dream, after all.

I’m found in socks, scarves, and mittens, and often in the paws of playful kittens.

What is black when it’s clean and white when it’s dirty?