Answer:
Dry though I may be, I am still a sea.
What has two ends but no beginning?
A beautiful succession of sounds.
When I type I tap these on the keys
They're big and yet so far away, We see them at the end of day. They're small and they're above. We see them when we close our eyes, Each time we are in love.
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.