“Anything,” the gypsy answered. “Hats will do.”
“Hats?” echoed Ann. “However in the world can I make a poem about hats?”
But all at once she did begin to make one; it ran along as smoothly as A B C.
“If hats were made of flowers,
I think my party bonnet
Would be a satin tulip
With a touch of green upon it.
“I’d wear for fun and frolic
A crinkled daffodil,
With a crown quite comfortable
And a flaring yellow frill.
“I’d choose for church a beauty:
The sweetest flower that grows
Would be my Sunday bonnet—
A soft, pink, ruffled rose.
“A daisy crisp and snowy
Would be the choice for school;
A fresh hat every morning,
With scallops starched and cool.
“For picnics and for rambles
A polished buttercup.
If hats were made of flowers,
How people would dress up!”