Answer:
In all the world, none can compare, to this tiny weaver, his deadly cloth so silky and fair.
When they are caught, they are thrown away. When they escape, you itch all day.
What goes in the water black and comes out red?
It can be white or blue or black, Humped or have a horn. And when it talks it sings its menuets, as it's travelling the depths.
What asks but never answers?
What is always coming but never arrives?