Answer:
I have four wings, but cannot fly, I never laugh and never cry; On the same spot Iām always found, toiling away with little sound. What am I?
In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
I can be cracked, made, told, and played. What am I?
I start with an E end with an E and have a letter in me.
I will disappear every time you say my name. What am I?
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.