I am a guardian of treasure, small delights beyond measure. Sugary goodness or hearty steak, I safeguard these past expiry date.

I have a bite but never chew, I clamp things down when you ask me to. Papers fear my little snap, what am I that goes ka-clap?

I have a stiff shaft and my tip penetrates. I come with a quiver. What am I?

On a plateau of keys, when things go wrong, im probably the first key you try to leave. No need for control, alternatives and deleting things if this key works

Trains follow me both night and day, though I myself don’t move or stray.