Answer:
In all the world none can compare I am a tiny weaver my deadly cloth so silky and fair.
*forward* *backwards*is what I do all day. I come in all different shapes and sizes. I can be scary and I can calm you down.
I twist and turn and leave a loop. What am I?
I am wood that is neither hard straight or crooked
I begin and have no end. Eventually, I will be the ending of all that has begun. What am I?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.