My jacket has one pocket.
My favorite pants have four.
My sturdy backpack—seven.
I’m ready to explore.
I’m thankful for my pockets.
They hold most anything.
Like pinecones, pebbles, bottle caps
And random bits of string.
They don’t do well at holding snow
Or sticky, unwrapped candy.
But if you like collecting things,
Twelve pockets come in handy!
