Answer:
I go from house to house a messenger small and tight. Whether it rains or snows I sleep outside at night.
In buckles or lace I help set the pace. The farther you go the thinner I grow.
I hide but my head is outside. What am I?
Some will use me, others not. Some have remembered, others forgot. For profit or gain, I'm used expertly. I can't be picked off the ground or tossed into the sea. What am I?
In buckles or lace, I help set the pace. The farther you go, the thinner I grow. What am I?
I break away from my pack. I create holes in my victims. I can travel for miles and then disappear. I am part of a dying breed. What am I?