The Blue Backpack

Oh my parents don’t know, Oh my teachers can’t guess
That there’s more than a snack in my old blue backpack,
More than markers and scissors, a juice box for recess
And my favorite pencil box rattling like a train on a track.
Oh my parents don’t know, Oh my teachers can’t guess
That my old blue backpack is really a magic rucksack.
It’s as super as a superhero at getting me out of a mess,
And if the kids say mean things it becomes a jetpack.
If I’m feeling sad or low, the blue backpack knows.
And if my stomach aches and swerves
Like a brand new car over a road of potholes,
The magic blue backpack helps calm my nerves.
It understands exactly what I need for the day
Help, comfort (or a SNACK!) is just a zipper away.