I sprout from a head, but I'm not a horn. Some will try to collect me, their wall to adorn. Mostly worn my males, it's true. But there are cases where females have me too.

I curve my neck though I have no spout white as porcelain, or black as coal With careful grace I swim or dive Your geese is as good as mine

Kin placed safely away, The bird calls it a day. For she's done her best, Shaping her: .

When you take the ends of enough, With a little bit from women, And from the centers of nation, You’ll get an amalgamation. When you mispronounce it quite rough, Some English inconsistence, then Can you make something like goatee Transform into something like me.

Three Empire Seven Hill Two Continents Two Seas Cats and Tea Which city am I?