I hold your secrets, your lunch, and your gear, I sit on your shoulders when school days are near. With two trusty straps and a zipper to close, I travel wherever your daily path goes.

I have control issues. Get out of the way, you're blocking the sensor. There's another one just for the volume? You lose your mind if you can't find me, I'm probably buried in the couch. What am I?

I sit atop a bottle's head, Or shield your eyes where light is shed. I am the limit on a prize, And where the mushroom meets the skies. I seal a tube, I crown a tooth, And in slang terms, I mean untruth. What am I?

I wait beside the pantry wall, my little prize on show. Come closer, little whiskered friend, there’s something you should know.

I once stood tall beneath the sky, With leafy arms held way up high. Now I’m cut and shaped with care, In homes and furniture, I’m everywhere. I can burn, build, carve, or float. What am I, this sturdy note?