The children all had boxes

With all the things they’d learn to do

When they heard the bell, away with one

And out another for something new



Each box had printed fabrics:

One with numbers, one with notes,

One with maps and little flags,

One with microscopes…



One day, just by accident

Someone knocked the boxes on the floor

The fabrics scattered everywhere

What piece went where, we weren’t sure



But it didn’t take to long to see

What needed to be done

We grabbed some scissors, cut them up

And weaved them into one



Turns out we didn’t need the boxes

They took up too much space

Now we had a lovely quilt

With all the fabrics we had laced



Our quilt now hangs upon the wall

Its much more pleasing to the eye

Instead of hiding in those boxes

We can see them all the time