If I ever make a quilt for a baby, I’m going to print this on it.
It’s Your Quilt
It’s OK if you sit on your quilt.
It’s OK if your bottle gets spilt.
If you swallow some air
And you burp, don’t despair;
It’s OK if you spit on your quilt.
There are scraps old and new on your quilt,
Put together for you on your quilt,
If your gums feel numb
‘Cause your teeth haven’t come,
It’s OK if you chew on your quilt.
We expect you to lie on your quilt.
If you hurt, you may cry on your quilt.
On a cold, rainy night,
Don’t you fret; you’re all right;
You’ll be snug, warm and dry on your quilt.
– Nancy Riddell