It spins me round round, baby, round round, like a child's ride at a carnival.

Not cloth, but flesh, I rise and fall, and veil the gaze that sees it all.

I live in your head, but I’m not a hat, I help you remember where your shoes are at. I fit in computers, small and neat What am I, that keeps your files complete?

A library you carry without weight, silent teacher that speaks without a voice, granting power unseen in the folds of your mind.

Spreads like laughter at a party, multiplying faster than you can swipe, this digital contagion takes the world by storm with humor as its host.