A board of felt—a pure delight!
With colours bold and shapes so wide,
A farm appears, where fun can’t hide.
We talk of crops and where things grow,
Tomatoes red and corn in row.
The tractor rolls—a felt delight,
It chugs along from left to right.
Each child a farmer, proud and wise,
With wide-eyed wonder and surprise.
Learning through touch, through story and song,
They build the farm as they play along.
So here we gather, day by day,
To learn and laugh in farmyard play.
A felt board world both soft and bright,
Where tiny hands bring dreams to light.