Answer:
Slithery critters with a taste for dirt.
In all the world, none can compare, to this tiny weaver, his deadly cloth so silky and fair.
What king can you make if you take the head of a lamb, the middle of a pig, the hind of a buffalo, and the tail of a dragon?
What spends the day at the window, goes to the table for meals and hides at night?
I have wings but I'm not a bird. I'm fuzzy and buzz around flowers. I make something sweet. What am I?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?