Take my last two away and I hope you land on the green. Take my first two away and I hope you have sweet dreams. If you run this riddle through your head, Bubba might haunt you. Life's like a box of chocolates and sometimes the chocolates taunt you.

Hush; I will sing you an old tale of the sea, As my mother and my mother's mother did for me, Hearken, of how our ancients' ceaselessly heard A string of most familiar words, Take my hand, Risen, I'll heed your command! I gift you sweet life, And beg you, be mine wife! We took their offerings in glee, Now treasure their bones under the lee

I'm long, I'm flexible, and I love to be gripped. When you turn me on, I'm eager to drip. You'll hold me steady and give me a squeeze. Then I'll gush out a stream that aims to please.

I'll give the news on a breeze, but no more. If you want to look above, hear my caw. What am I?

If you remove four letters, I still sound exactly the same.