Answer:
Who plays when he works and works when he plays?
I am a pretty one, fluttering in the pale blue sky. Delicate, fragile on the wing, indeed I am a pretty thing. What am I?
I am in the middle of water but am not an island.
In the sun I like to play; in the rain I goes away; walk or run I always follow; in the mud I always wallow.
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, Grown in the darkness, a ladyโs delight.
I flow from the Homerโs mouth when he sees doughnuts.