I can be a baseball cap or a fancy crown, Worn at a party or out on the town. I am the very first item you take off the hook, To change up your style and finish your look.

I can soften something crunchy, and make your breakfast sweet. Pour me over cereal, or dunk a cookie for a treat.

The Penguin. Mr. Peanut. Colonel Klink. Colonel Mustard. Possibly corrective eyewear for a cyclops?

Oft changeful muse with scripted fate, A silent bard of time's own gait, In numbered dance, dost keep our date.

Neatly trimmed from edge to edge, I lie between the path and hedge. Though every week I’m cut back low, I always find more room to grow.