Not sure why they thought this formed the moon, Unless it can’t digest, and the tides coming soon.

I'm round with nothing inside I come in gold or plain you start your mornings with me and I'm better with a spread

Superstitious? This riddle shouldn’t get you stuck Just be judicious And don't walk beneath this or you’ll have bad luck

You earn me slow, then spend me fast, you try your best to make me last. I buy you things both big and small, yet wages never seem enough at all.

She charges forth with unwavering determination, Her strength fuels her stride as she trots across the globe She slices through her obstacles with practiced ease She reaches out and up to the sky, praying for wind And with her billowing skirts fluttering, the wind guides her onward Her deck is never hewn from stone, The salt collects and beads on her 'head, And we hope her bow never breaks on our travels