Answer:
Though desert men once called me God today men call me mad. For I wag my tail when I am angry. And growl when I am glad.
I go up when the rain comes down. What am I?
I help engines spin and pants stay up. What am I?
We are little airy creatures all of different voice and features one of us in glass is set. One of us you'll find in jet. Another you may see in tin. And the fourth a box within. If the fifth you should pursue it can never fly from you.
A caribbean shape that makes ships disappear.
Strip the skin under my skin, and my flesh you'll reveal. It tastes sweet and tart, now throw out the peel. What is it?