Answer:
The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads them, The mouth tastes them.
Patch upon patch, without any stitches, if you tell me this riddle, I'll give you my breeches.
A breakfast food that is cracked from white shells and is often scrambled. Usually served with bacon, sausage, toast or pancakes.
Men seize it from its home, tear apart its flesh, drink the sweet blood, then cast its skin aside.
This is a pancake restaurantI am a kangaroo
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.