Answer:
I am an instrument that you can hear but cannot see or touch. What am I?
I am expelled from you orally with a sound
I am made by nature soft as silk; A puffy cloud white as milk; Snow tops this tropical crop; The dirtiest part of a mop.
I have cities but no houses I have mountains but no trees I have water but no fish. What am I?
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.
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk