First word: big eyed, grey and green. With the long key in between. Last word: cut and glue together, make a paper stream.

Replaced by a ring, in the past I’d glow and sing. The alternate to fist and wood since low volt was made a thing. My first four takes a swing, while my last four yell a ‘ding’. I wonder who that is? Is it a ditcher? -Donnnnggg- -Dinnnnggg-

Known on the block, I’m undressed when I am single. A wiz, known for a craft. A wheel or grilled, I melt to mingle.

I get really hot, I’m full of steam, and you usually get inside me when you’re dirty. What am I?

I flip to top heavy to start My innards flowing free A single metric do I mark Then sit still silently