Answer:
What gets whiter the dirtier it gets?
When young, I am sweet in the sun. When middle-aged, I make you gay. When old, I am valued more than ever. What am I?
The thunder comes before the lightning, which comes before the cloud. The rain dries all the land it touches, wrapping the earth in a blood red shroud. What am I?
Who keeps the ocean clean?
You turn me over after you have travelled far.
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.