Waiting for the lines, you don’t really know Hope or panic, high or low. Cheap to buy, but heavy with weight, Hold your breath then check your fate

I sit on your head, groomed and grown, but fall in your meal? Now I’m disowned. I’m styled, I’m dyed, I’m part of your flair yet find one in your pasta? You’ll gag and glare.

Pull me apart, if you please. Or keep me together, and skip the tease. I suppose you could tie me, as my name suggests. But using me for rope would not be best. Devoured alone, yet found in packs. When I'm eventually consumed, as a convenient snack.

A twist, a bend, a darkened skin, Hold the tasty warmth within. A salty crust, to give you thirst, I hail from the land of Wurst. Savory, sweet, whichever you eat, A soft, warm bite that's always a treat.

I have a tail, but I do not have a brain. I am often seen in cold and rain.