Answer:
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.
What can be big, white, dirty and wicked?
Tall in the morning, short at noon, gone at night. But I'll be back soon.
In your fire you hear me scream, creaking and whining, yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
Come up and let us go. Go down and here we stay
What do angels sing in the shower?