Answer:
What is so delicate that saying its name breaks it?
Where did the baseball keep its lemonade?
Though it be cold, I wear no clothes. The frost and snow I never fear. I value neither shoes nor hose and yet I wander far and near. What am I?
What is easy to get into, but hard to get out of?
Born of sorrow, grows with age, you need a lot to be a sage. What is it?
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard. Who am I?