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A cloud was my mother, the wind is my father, my son is the cool stream, and my daughter is the fruit of the land. A rainbow is my bed, the earth my final resting place, and I'm the torment of man.
In spring I look gay, Covered in a green array, The warmer it gets the more clothing I wear, As the cold grows, I throw away my clothes.
Watches students at the prom to make sure there's no funny business.
It's tough as nails, Or soft as snow. People use it for their rink, Some just put in their drink.
I am the yellow hem of the sea's blue skirt.
What has wheels and flies but is not an aircraft?