Answer:
In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
I am the only thing that place today before yesterday. (one word)
I hop around and deliver eggs at Easter.
I am drawn by everyone without pen or pencil. What am I?
I am the building with the most number of stories.
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.