I have something and you reeeeeeeeally want it. I take two letters to say, but four to spell. You won't be satisfied until you have what I have, but in truth, the feeling won't quit It's a feeling that you'll likely never quell

In the barnyard, you'll find me among the straw, an older tool with pointed claw, helping gather what the farmer did sow, Or, paired with a torch, scaring off some common foes

Is this tennis? Is this noise? I don't know, you tell me what my identity is!

The first part of the answer word is a fruit that a duck would ask about and the second part of the answer word is fruit. The words together are a fruit.

I hold no drink, yet I help words flow, Dip your tool in me, and ideas will grow. I sit on desks from long ago’s spell. What am I?