I'm hard and dense, at least in most, as your body is my host. Without me, you would be, a pile of the world's nastiest jelly.

An oddly named device with a purpose to serve. Held in one hand, I open toward the sky. Raised over your head, I keep you dry.

Someone writes on me to send to you on their travel trip, Made of thicker paper that's less likely to rip. On my front, I have an illustration that's a pretty sight, But my back remains blank for one to write, I'm a souvenir lover's delight!

I was an icon in the heyday of Microsoft word whenever you needed help. But often people did not like me. Now I am relegated to holding documents and being bent out of shape to clean hard to reach places.

A symbol, but started between the teeth. On the rude bird, it's a protective sheath.