I am a book,
A storybook
I am purple & green,
With a mixture of yellow
Bedtime stories,
As they call me
As I put every child,
To sleep
I am kept,
On a very special shelf
At the top,
And at the end
I become really hurt,
When they tear me apart
I turn really sad,
When they start writing on me
I have a little knowledge,
And I have a little fun
I have all joys,
And I have all sorrows
I have all that a reader would want
And that’s what I tell everyone