I laugh, but in admiration

The kid walks up to the projector in his baggy t-shirt and glasses, staggers to a halt at the front of the classroom, looks confidently toward the board.

He points definitively at the shape, and says matter-of-factly

This is a piece of Pizza
Here's the crust
(as he rushes excitedly for the words, running out of breath)
and this
(the square)
is the pineapple
and these
(the triangles)
are the pieces of
Canadian bacon.

But you need to describe it in terms of shapes, the teacher scolds wearily.

That's true. But I cling to the hope
that minds like this will not be tamed,
for it's apparent to me
that ideas drive progress
and that the creative perception
of a single third-grader
can contribute greatly to that
so-often elusive quality
the Good.