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.

I dart, zip, dash, and scurry. I rip, shred, rend, and flay. Now you scream, howl, weep with fury while I gently caress your face.

I am an odd number. Take away a letter and I become even. What number am I?

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!