You could be Britain’s best code breaker if you can crack these ‘IMPOSSIBLE’ riddles

My first number is singular, it’s always alone,

My second is lucky as Snow white was shown,

The third is the total of Olympic rings,

The last is the number that the calling bird sings

What am I?

Anarchy is part in me but not in my actions,

I’m the darling of the deck but I’m not a distraction

I love a subject which supports me well,

Historically many of me fell,

Ready the streets, gather your bunting,

For my title is what most people are hunting.

What am I?

I let off steam but not so much now,

I am in constraints, but can still show you how,

Epic journeys I have ventured upon,

But Thomas is still my number one!

Let’s go to work or out to play,

Or perhaps I am part of your everyday.

What am I?

Warm slope is my capital, my carpets are art,

April of ’79 is where I did start

Football is my favourite, I’m hot and I’m cold

My history, my religion and my culture is old

Poems important depicting lessons to all

3 wise men came to the son when a miracle called

What am I?

I can be small, medium, large – tiny or great,

Granite or lime or perhaps even slate,

I can be up high or maybe under your shoe,

I am full of Blarney, what an amazing view!

Wear me on your neck, wrist or hand,

I am another word for rock band,

What am I?

My make up is unique, endangered and rare,

The destruction of me leads to total despair

For millions of animals make me their home,

I can be dense and thick – hence hard to roam

Protect me you must, for the world I breathe,

Once I am gone, I can’t be retrieved

What am I?

Pop me on a pizza but I cause a debate,

Appearing throughout history, I can be very ornate,

Bake me with ham, I’m in a popular drink.

I’m originally Brazilian, it’s easy if you think!

A sweet, a savoury, I’m as versatile as they come,

Pick me up with caution as I can prick your thumb!

What am I?

I can be very attractive to fools,

Or shining with gleaming jewels

Colour rich and so is my taste,

Show me off or it would be a waste!

I can come in many ways,

But for each you have to pay!

What am I?

There is an element within me,

That’s gentle or strong, can whip a tree.

I am invisible to the naked eye,

But listen closely, hear me sigh,

Devastation I may bring,

You use me with your feathered wing,

What am I?

Long or low, straight or bowed,

Many things below me flow.

I help to move lots of loads,

And sometimes I contain a road.

Cross me if you can with care,

Or take a moment to stop and stare!

What am I?