Answer:
I have hands but cannot clap
I have fangs and enjoy piecing holes with a single bite.
I do not contain flesh feather or scales; yet I have fingers and thumbs.
The sun bakes me, the hand breaks me, the foot treads on me, and the mouth tastes me. What am I?
My first is a heir; My second's a snare; my whole is the offspring of fancy; which I sent out of play upon Valentine's day As a token of love to my Nancy.
Dry though I may be, I am still a sea.