The spinning wheel goes round and round,
Its flyer spins with thread,
The wool from sheep is carded first,
Before it's spun and fed.
Grandmother's wheel sits silent now,
Its wood worn smooth by hands,
A spinning wheel that made the cloth,
For aprons, dresses, bands.
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