Answer:
What occurs four times in every week, twice in every month, only once in a year but never in a day?
What goes up and down but never moves?
Men in skirts blow into these.
Everybody's got one.
A cloud was my mother, the wind is my father, my son is the cool stream, and my daughter is the fruit of the land. A rainbow is my bed, the earth my final resting place, and I'm the torment of man.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?