"Grandma, why am I going to school? I know my colors and how
To sing, my shapes, sizes, and ABC's. I have learned up
From down, top from bottom, in from out, and over from under.
I have learned forward from backward, stop from go, near from
Far, and here from yonder. Is there anything else for me to wonder?"

It's a global world, her dear. Your future is school. You'll
Learn how to read. You'll learn how to write. You'll learn
All the wrongs from all of the rights.

New schools, new friends, are here at last. She'll be attending
Miss Sherwood's first grade class. Grandma is leaving, but she's
Worried not, for she just remembered something she taught--she's
At school because Thinking's a Tool--and she knows it's Grandmas who rule!