Full of tiny rigid hair, your body's first line of defense I bear. Without me you cannot taste, and I rest square on your face.

I have no hair, but I hold it in place, I frame the top of a smiling face. I can be a colorful plastic ring, Or a stretchy, soft, and fabric thing. I crown your head but I’m not a king,

I can leave sawdust on the floor, or everyone standing in perfect formation.

I can come with patterns. High-profile if I'm red. Or if I'm magical then I can show you the world.

Reduce your aspirations towards this lofty tower