Momma made my skirt. It had a button on the waist. She had made the button holes, gathered skirt, no zipper just a placket opening. With just fabric and a button she could create a skirt. We were poor. I don’t think I knew it.
My Ingie is 24 today. She is glitz and glitter and glamour and gold. She’s a star on my stage. Happy Birthday, Ingrid’s Elizabeth! I wish I could give you a diamond as big as a 👠 shoe!
Little girl, little girl, where have you been?
Gathering roses to give to the queen.
Little girl, little girl, what gave she you?
She gave me a diamond as big as my shoe.



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