Four quilts are ready to fold and spread on mother earth's old trundle bed.
The first is a brown and white old thing, She puts that on in early Spring.
The Summer one is green and bright with daisies nodding left and right.
But when the wind begins to blow,   She puts her red quilt on, you know
She sews it through with yellow thread, to make an Autumn leaf bedspread.
But by and by, all through the night, She spreads her quilt of snowy white.