Answer:
cloud is my mother wind is my father.
What can go up a chimney down but canβt go down a chimney up?
What has words but never speaks?
I no longer have eyes, but once I did see. Once I had thoughts, but now Iβm white and empty. What am I?
I row quickly with four oars, but never come out from under my own roof. What am I?
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?