Answer:
You do not want me when you donβt have me but when you have me you don't want to lose me.
I am made by nature soft as silk; A puffy cloud white as milk; Snow tops this tropical crop; The dirtiest part of a mop.
If I drink I die. If I eat I am fine. What am I?
In all the world none can compare I am a tiny weaver my deadly cloth so silky and fair.
Though it be cold I wear no clothes the frost and snow I never fear; I value neither shoes nor hose And yet I wander far and near: My diet is forever good I drink no cider port nor sack what Providence doth send for food I neither buy nor sell nor lack.
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?