Answer:
you can throw me away but I will always be coming back
I move without wings, between silken strings. I leave as you find my substance behind. What am I?
What bone has a sense of humor?
I begin and have no end. Eventually, I will be the ending of all that has begun. What am I?
My second is performed by my first. A thief by the marks of my whole might be caught. What am I?
How can you tell when a mummy has a cold?