Pear-less I'm a secret chest, locked up tight inside my vest.I hide in sand and shun the Sun,yet serve on plates when day is done.Pry me open if you can- what am I both shell and span?

Popular culture designates this as being the forest of choice for samurai. Often cut.

I have a head, but cannot think, I wear a skin, but never blink. I make a loud and booming sound, When sticks beat me, I'm rhythm bound.

Patty cake, patty cake, baker's man, Bake me a cake as fast as you can, I know what to put the batter in that's faster than a pan, A thick cup with a handle, and put it in an oven with a fan

The home of Qwerty, Digital for some, physical for others.