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
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC
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
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