It started out perfect
A great way to play.
Daddy thought you’d like pushing your tractors
Through some rice in a tray.
It was kind of fun.
You were enjoying this play
But then somehow…
Some of the rice got away!
“It’s ok,” Grandma said,
“it won’t hurt a thing.”
And with that you gathered up some more
And gave it a good FLING!
“No, No, No!” Grandma shrieked
That’s not what we do.
And just like that, you reached for
Handful, number two!
Well, Grandma put a stop
To this thing called “sensory play”
Then got out the broom and dustpan
And made you sweep the mess away.
Well, later that day
Grandma had a change of heart
She got out the tray again and thought
We’ll give this “sensory play” thing another start.
But once again, within seconds
Or maybe a wee bit more
Handfuls of rice starting
Bouncing off the floor!
This time, Grandma just studied
This act of simple joy.
The bouncing beads of rice
Seemed to be better than any toy!
You, finally, stood up
It seemed you were done with this explore.
But, oh no, you weren’t satisfied
Until every last bit was on the floor.
In fact, it seemed like all that rice
Had just been in your way.
What you really wanted was
To crawl inside that tray!