Answer:
Tear me off and scratch my head what once red is now black.
Every dawn begins with me. At dusk I'll be the first you see and daybreak couldn't come without. What midday centers all about. Daises grow from me I'm told. And when I come I end all code but in the sun I won't be found. Yet still each day I'll be around.
I can be thin but not fat; in your body but never on your placemat. I'm always better when I'm fresh but you'll never see me in the flesh.
I wiggle and cannot see; sometimes underground and sometimes on a tree. I really don't want to be on a hook and I become a person when combined with “book”.
If you drop me I'm sure to crack. But give me a smile and I'll always smile back.
My first is snapping, snarling, growling, My second's industrious, romping, and prowling. Higgledy piggledy Here we lie, picked and plucked, and put in a pie.