I have a head but never think, I rule the court but never blink. Clothed in gold or silver bright, I am the symbol of royal might. Held in the hand of queen or king, I do not speak, yet my presence sings.

I keep things in; I keep things out. A click or clack means I’m about. A memory of one’s lost past; A haircut, maybe first or last. These two things share a name alike, And don’t forget one for your bike!

I am very easy to lose. My commands are followed with ease. Everybody loves to push my buttons.

Someone else's job is to fill me, yours is to empty me. Raise my arm and those turn opposite.

I hang from the corners of caps when you learn, And swing from the curtains at every turn. A bundle of threads, bound tight at the crown, I can dress up a rug or a graduate's gown.