Answer:
You seek me out when your hunger's ripe. I sit on four legs and smoke a pipe.
In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
The more of this there is the less you see. What is it?
What goes through cities and fields but never moves?
I'm many people's favorite place, even though many don't remember their stay. You'll love to come but hate to leave. If you get cold, use my sleeve. What am I?
Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.