Answer:
Cloud is my mother. Wind is my father. I come down but never go up. What am I?
I get dirty when wiping things clean. What am I?
The more you take away from it the larger it becomes. What is it?
Deep, deep, do they go. Spreading out as they go. Never needing any air. They are sometimes as fine as hair.
I can speak with my hard metal tongue. But I cannot breathe for I have no lung
you hold my tail while I fish for you