Answer:
I have cities but no houses I have mountains but no trees I have water but no fish. What am I?
I go in hard come out soft. Blow me hard and I’ll make a pop.
I am a pretty one, fluttering in the pale blue sky. Delicate, fragile on the wing, indeed I am a pretty thing. What am I?
The more it dries the wetter it gets. What is it?
I help boats park
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.