Answer:
I walked and walked and at last I got it. I didn't want it. So I stopped and looked for it. When I found it, I threw it away.
What weaves webs as they grow?
What is put on a table, cut, but never eaten?
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not
The sharp slim blade, that cuts the wind. What is it?
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?