Little Suzy trotted over to us, quite breathless with excitement:
"Uncle Gordon! The primroses are so very pretty! I would love a dress in marzipan and lemon colours!" And with that, she wistfully settled down next to Sylvia and Mrs White, her quilly pen and notebook in her claw.
'I wish I had a wardrobe
With gowns of Nature's hue.
A frilly little cocktail dress
Of the richest cornflower blue.
And an ivory satin ball-gown
Trimmed with fairest green.
A tribute to the Snowdrop -
Our very first sign of Spring.
I'd razzle-dazzle in Violet,
And pizzazz in primrose shades.
Have a sundress in the brightest gold -
Like the Gorse on heathland glades.
And a dress made of chiffon,
In pink and coffee and cream.
Like the fragile early blossom
On the hedgerows to be seen.
But for all the organza and chintz.
And all the taffeta and satin.
For all Nature's most vibrant colours -
It really doesn't matter!
For in my dress of diamond white,
With finest black lace and all,
I no longer want a new wardrobe -
I am truly the Belle of the Ball!'