Answer:
My sides are firmly laced about, Yet nothing is withinΝΎ You'll think my head is strange indeed, Being nothing else but skin.
What can you fold but not crease?
The sun bakes them, the hand breaks them, the foot treads on them, and the mouth tastes them.
What stays the same size no matter how much they weight?
They're up near the sky, on something very tall. Sometimes they die, only then do they fall.
A leathery snake, with a stinging bite. I'll stay coiled up, unless I must fight.