Answer:
I am the kind of soda you must not drink. What am I?
Weight in my belly trees on my back nails in my ribs feet I do lack.
I reach for the sky but clutch to the ground. Sometimes I leave but I am always around.
What's full of holes but still holds water?
Travel a mile and I will change, travel a million and I will end as I started. What am I?
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.