You serve me, but the person you serve me to doesn’t eat me. What am I?

I used to chase and fight at night, Now I nap in warm sunlight. No more babies, no more roar, What was done so I roam no more?

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