It's all about Polly's Sunday Hat. Probably a very old children's poem - my old aunt is trying to find the words,
I can give you some of the lines:
"When Father goes to town with me to buy my Sunday hat,We can't afford to wast much time in doing things like that.We walk into the nearest shop and Father tells them then,"Just bring a hat you think will fit a little girl of ten!"They bring great hats with curving brims but I'm too tall for thoseAnd hats that have no brim at all which do not suit my nose.I put them on and turn around and struggle not to frown.I wish I had long curly hair like Angelina Brown.
But oh! When mother buys my hats you really do not knowThe hurry and the worry that we have to undergo."
At this point, my memory runs out and it all gets a bit patchy. I do recall, "please take the feathers off - we'd like a bow instead," "we put it on and take the car that goes to Central Park" and "...shopping is the worst/of all my tasks then Sister buys the hat that we saw first. I walk into the library and..." something or other then "and this is what my brother says when he first looks at me: Upon my word! I've never seen a queerer sight than that! Don't me tell this outrageous thing is Polly's Sunday hat!"
My own mum had this poem in the Book of a Thousand Poems that she has had since childhood. She was born in 1948. I hope that helps with the quest!
Oct 23, 2010 |
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