Answer:
The moon is my father. The sea is my mother. I have a million brothers. I die when I reach land.
A hole leading in, a hole leading out, we connect to a cavern that is slimy all throughout. What are we?
Hoofed frolicking.
Above all things have I been placed Thus have I, a man disgraced. I describe sunlight or lock But after all, I'm just a rock
What is put on a table, cut, but never eaten?
Keep doing me to avoid lens dryness