Verse] Out in the yard where the pine trees grow, Little hands work where the soft winds blow. Counting pebbles by the garden gate, Sorting life's pieces, ain't it just great? [Verse 2] Buckets of crayons, all shades and hues, Learning connections while tying their shoes. Piecing the world in a simple way, Understanding grows with each passing day. [Chorus] Classify, sort, like puzzles of the heart, Numbers and colors, every small part. Building a world from the things we see, Learning's a song, and it sets us free. [Verse 3] From the apples lined on the windowsill, To the rows of jars Mamaw likes to fill. We learn to measure, to weigh, to compare, Finding the patterns that life left there. [Bridge] Through counting clouds or arranging the plates, We're making sense of the twists of fate. From the toys in a box to the stars above, We’re shaping the world with care and love. [Chorus] Classify, sort, like puzzles of the heart, Numbers and colors, every small part. Building a world from the things we see, Learning's a song, and it sets us free.