Question: I have heard of a something-or-other, growing in its nook, swelling and rising, pushing up its covering. Upon that boneless thing a cocky-minded young woman took a grip with her hands; with her apron a lord's daughter covered the tumescent thing.
What is it?
Question: Every dawn begins with me At dusk I'll be the first you see And daybreak wouldn't come without What midday centers all about Daisies grow from me I'm told And when I come I end all cold But in the sun I won't be found Yet still each day I'll be around What am I?
Answer: The letter D