“My visage high above your city, Shines like gold, but half as pretty. Arms I've none, but hands I've two: Mondo, mini, black not blue. Climb my stairs and have no fears, All that threatens are my gears. Tucked beneath the mightly wheel, An envelpe shall truth reveal.” TruthClockClueCityGearsRiddleEnvelope Book:The Friendship Riddle Source: The Friendship Riddle