Castaways lived here, sounds like nation of eyes, often seen with sand and coconuts, and drinks filled with ice.

I'm a creature of lore, with eyes of flame, claws that catch, and jaws that bite. Beware me, if I whiffle towards you, burbling as I come!

I'm white as snow, but snow I'm not. I'm green as head, but head I'm not. I'm red as blood, but blood I'm not. I'm black as ink, but ink I'm not. What am I?

My first contemptuously mimicks you. My second sounds like the tenth in line. I'm a symbol of rebellion, fiery and true. I don't exist in your world, only in mine.

I'm a process that occurs beneath the surface of the Earth, I replace once-living remains with inorganics, but of my finished work there is a dearth Well I can't preserve everything, you know how hard it is to protect a gene? My favorite song involves repeating two stomps and a clap, by the British band Queen