Answer:
What's orange and sounds like a parrot?
I think you live beneath a roof that is upheld by me; I think you seldom walk abroad but my fair form you see; I close you in on every side you very dwelling pave and probably I'll go with you At last into the grave.
I go up and down at the same time. Up towards to sky and down towards the ground
I am a room that has a roof but no walls. What am I?
Bright as diamonds, loud as thunder, never still, a thing of wonder. What am I?
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.