First four are a synonym of cut or snip Last five are something to cut upon Together, they hold paper with a grip The better with which to write on

Barely a boat but I'll keep you afloat. A form slim and sleek so my speed is peak. Call me a canoe? That's a paddlin'.

I create milk but I am not a cow With a hard shell to protect myself And I look like a human head

In the depths where giants swoon, a spear of steel meets the moon. From ship to sea, its journey's soon, piercing waves with its pointed tune.

The potter shapes with careful hand, a spinning wheel at their command. But soft and damp will never last, I finish what their fingers cast. Through patient heat, I seal the art, what am I that plays this part?