Answer:
In all the world none can compare I am a tiny weaver my deadly cloth so silky and fair.
I am made of wood but can't be sawed? What am I?
When I am alive, people sing. When I am dead, people clap hands. What am I?
I am lighter than the material I am made of. You see parts of me but more of me is hidden underneath.
Kings and queens may cling to power and the jester's got his call. But as you may discover the common one outranks them all. What am I?
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.