You will see me all over buildings and computer screens. Open me and plenty of new things will be seen. At the end of each day I go pitch black.

At a voices command, you will twist it. Or, you will pull it. Pull it, twist it. Twist it. Twist it Or you can even...

Long and hungry, I carry a spark, I’m wrapped in a jacket so I don't get dark. Don't mix my colors, that causes a fright, set me up proper and you'll have a light. Set me up wrong and oh what a ding, Zip zap and pop, a short song I sing!

I can rock a stage or measure the sky, help surgeons cut or pilots fly. I make sweet sounds or precise intent, depends who’s holding me.

Go ahead and break me, I’ll still work. Waxy blue skies, gritty brown dirt. Use me for stick figures if that’s your thing. Create a rainbow and I’ll really sing.