With two s's I'm super sweet. With one, I'm just sand.

If Mr. Bonds or Mr. Manilow were used as a siphon. They’d be this.

I contain many letters But less than a mailman's sack If any disappeared I think You'd quickly note the lack In Greece I have a couple less In Spain a couple more And things get complicated When you land on Japan's shore If you're truly puzzled And you live in Mountain View I have a famous child there That will gladly search for you

What is black when it’s clean and white when it’s dirty?

I spread my limbs up to the air My children fall upon the ground Or do I tint a coat of mare? A tired joke gone round and round But you'd be wrong If you had thunk I was a loon Inside a trunk