I make bugs rather snug, and can cradle your mug, while moving me requires quite the lug. I can cover a hole once dug, with just a quick little tug, to hide your most precious nug.

I stretch but never walk, hold outfits yet never wear them. I work best outdoors, hate rainstorms, and leave cloth hanging when my job is done. What am I?

I am something you often seek, Some say I’m a gentle breeze. I’m not hard, I’m not a test, Yet without me, you can’t rest. What am I?

I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have no body, yet I come alive with wind. I can run but never walk, Have a mouth but never talk. I can drown you, yet I have no lungs. Break me, and I grow stronger.

Send a letter to a lover, Just to See how they feel, If lover Leaves you For another, Then that's unlucky, bad deal! You'd be green with envy too, With nobody picking you, And you might just lay it down, Lie on the ground like I do...