The LEGO
What may I ask is a LEGO?
Is it a means of pleasure?
Or to pass the time from the get-go?
No, it is a much greater treasure.
With a LEGO, kids learn precision
Also, that it's okay to be bored
Their brain's new pathways help with division
And towards their future they march onward.
With intrepidation they tackle many builds
For hours and hours go by fast,
Their growing brains cannot be stilled
Though most often their creation they outlast.
In the end when all is said and done
They can look back and say "Wow, I had Fun!"
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