I live in the sewing box.
I sharpen the needles and untangle the thread--
without me, you would know nothing but dread.
I live in the sewing box.
Pins into the cushion, bobbins into their case--
Let me do my work or it's all out of place!
I live in the sewing box.
All is in order, inside and in time--
but anything outside is no fault of mine.
I live in the sewing box.
