Where Did I Hide My Stash?

I just got back from the quilt shop,
Now I gotta hide my stash.
Cause you donít want hubby to find it,
Itís worth far more than cash.

Fat quarters in the trunk,
End bolts underneath the bed.
Boxes stored at Bettyís house,
Gotta keep this all straight in my head.

Batiks in the bedroom closet,
Hand dyes under the sink.
Prints and sateens in the pantry,
Oh! What would the neighbors think!

Now itís time to use my fabric,
And Iím searching in a mad dash.
I canít remember where I put them.
Where did I hide my stash!?

After days of searching I found it.
But itís far too beautiful to cut,
So Iím off to the quilt shop to buy more,
Help! Will I ever get out of this rut?

*I just got back from the quilt shop,
Now I gotta hide my stash.
Cause you donít want hubby to find it,
Itís worth far more than cash.*