I’m round, bright, and juicy too.
Peel my skin, and I’ll feed you.
What am I?

I’m both a color and a fruit,
My name sounds kind of cute.
What am I?

I roll but don’t walk,
I’m sweet but don’t talk.
What am I?

You peel me to eat,
But never wear me as clothes.
What am I?

I’m full of vitamin C,
And make you healthy as can be.
What am I?

I’m orange and round,
And grow on trees all around.
What am I?

I’m small, sweet, and easy to peel,
I make lunch fun and a healthy meal.
What am I?

I’m orange but not fire,
I’m juicy but not rain.
What am I?

I’m a fruit that rhymes with none,
Guess my name for fun.
What am I?

I’m the color of the setting sun,
Shining bright when day is done.
What am I?

I’m not red or yellow,
But I sit between them mellow.
What am I?

Poets love me, yet I never rhyme,
Still, I shine every time.
What am I?

I glow in the morning and fade at night,
Painting the sky with orange light.
What am I?

I’m a color full of cheer,
You’ll see me when fall is near.
What am I?

I’m a fruit that never rhymes,
Yet loved in all times.
What am I?

I roll on the road, I’m round and neat,
I help cars move with rubber feet.
But my shine can glow in the heat.
What am I?

I’m bright and bold on Halloween night,
I glow with a grin and give kids fright.
What am I?

I’m a cone that warns you to wait,
I stand in the road to keep things safe.
What am I?

I’m a bird so bright with a lovely song,
My feathers shine all day long.
What am I?

I stop cars when I stand tall,
I’m juicy too and loved by all.
What am I?

I rise in the morning and paint the sky bright,

A mix of gold and warm orange light.
I fade away when the stars take flight.
What am I?

I’m a drink that’s fresh and cold,
Served at breakfast, bright and bold.
What am I?

I’m small and round, easy to peel,
A snack so tasty, it feels unreal.
What am I?

I bounce and roll, I’m fun to toss,
I’m bright and round with a fruity gloss.
What am I?

I grow on trees, under the sun,
I’m juicy and sweet when the day is done.
What am I?

I’m round and bright, with juice inside.
Peel me open and take a bite wide.
What am I?

I grow on trees under the sun’s shine.
Peel me and sip my taste divine.
What am I?

You squeeze me for breakfast, fresh and neat.
I make your morning feel complete.
What am I?

I’m a ball of color that rolls with pride.
In fruit baskets, I often hide.
What am I?

Peel me slow, my scent fills the air.
Taste me once, and you’ll stop to stare.
What am I?

I’m bright like the sun, round and small.
Kids and adults both love me all.
What am I?

I’m found in salads, juices, and pies.
I make your taste buds come alive.
What am I?

I’m the color of sunsets that glow bright.
Hold me close, I’m pure delight.
What am I?

A fruit so bright, so round, and neat.
My flavor is both sour and sweet.
What am I?

I’m in juices and cakes you bake.
A tasty flavor I always make.
What am I?

I roll in baskets with apples and pears.
Everyone loves me everywhere.
What am I?

I’m used for juice, candy, or zest.
Among fruits, I’m one of the best.
What am I?

I’m a color you wear, a fruit you eat.
In both, I can’t be beat.
What am I?

I rhyme with “door hinge,” some people say.
You can eat me any day.
What am I?

I’m soft inside, but tough outside.
You peel me first before you bite.
What am I?

I’m bright as dawn, a lovely hue.
When mixed with purple, I look new.
What am I?

I’m a fruit you peel, not slice.
I taste both sweet and nice.
What am I?

You can drink me cold or eat me raw.
I make everyone say “Ooh” in awe.
What am I?

I stop in the road, not by choice.
You’ll laugh when you hear my voice.
What am I?

I can roll and bounce with ease.
Peel me if you please.
What am I?

I’m in juice boxes and morning meals.
Everyone loves how my flavor feels.
What am I?

Parrots love my color bright.
I shine in every morning light.
What am I?

I’m a riddle bucket full of fun.
Guess me right, and you’ve won.
What am I?

When the sky glows red and gold,
My shade is seen, calm and bold.
What am I?

I’m the fruit that makes people cheer.
My scent brings joy when I’m near.
What am I?