Answer:
What always goes to bed with his shoes on?
To cross the water I'm the way, for water I'm above. I touch it not and, truth to say, I neither swim nor move.
You eat something you neither plant nor plow. It is the son of water, but if water touches it, it dies.
The more holes you cover the lower it goes.
It is a path of cow juice spread across the sky but cannot be seen by the naked eye
The warmer I am the fresher I am.