From a simple measuring tool, to a leader in charge of more than a few, this name lends itself to both of these; a kid's tool, and a crown's due.

I'm your brain's canvas in your dreams, Where your eyes wander but cannot see, Sometimes painted outside too, And given added frill with sticky glue

Old fabric friend with strings to tie, in the kitchen, I flutter by. Guarding clothes with grace and care, while cookies bake in the warm air.

I am full of holes, But I still hold water. A fruit may house me, only when in the sea.

This spine holds no bone Dozens of teeth that don't bite Last letter makes no tone Without it, hair could look a fright