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.

I am no chum, though I hang beside one. I am not glum, though I wear a somber hue. I ripen while the bees hum, While distant fingers strum, Feasts leave behind a crumb, And many succumb to my sweetness. I am no drum, though hollow at my core. Nor am I scum, though some would stain my name. A stone guards my heart all the same. What am I?

The young Scottish woman loved watching the old US TV show with a furry star

Say hello to my friend informally, his name is Gurt.

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