I was Born in a factory, Close to a funnel. Water travels through me vertically, as if I’m a tunnel. I guess you could describe me as a tall circle. And I come in all colors. Yes, even purple.

I flow through rivers and wires alike, I’m the now, the trend, the news you like. I move unseen but power your day, what am I that’s always on its way?

Stack five of me I’m still not tall With five of me you’d never fall Five friends live at the end of my street A useful lump of human meat.

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.

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!