I come out on special occasions, You stand around me for celebrations. Not always accompanied by a song, There's no way you can slice me wrong.

Though I am thinner than a thread, between your teeth I often tread. I help remove what should not stay, what am I that’s used each day?

The name for these plants and trees sounds like something they might want to say to you after you prune them. What's the name?

A misleading name for fans of this food, I sound like one kernel, though that is not true. Instead I fall from an oak tree, and squirrels often gather me.

Cold-hearted sculptor, shaping with transparent elegance, I crack under pressure and melt in warmth.