Answer:
I lose my head in the morning and regain back it at night.
I am a table you can eat. What am I?
Deep, deep, do they go. Spreading out as they go. Never needing any air. They are sometimes as fine as hair.
I am rarely touched but often held and if you are smart you'll use me well.
I am the thing that is used to make your weight. What am I?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.