She sat on the steps
of an old southern mansion
in her green and white dress
of the latest fashion.


Tilted back on her beautiful head
was a large straw hat.
The wide brim was round,
the be-ribboned crown was flat.


She flirted shamelessly
with all the young men
who gathered around her.
"Miss Scarlett" she was then.


Soon every young girl wanted
to look like Scarlett O'Hara,
the pretty little imp
who lived at Tara.


So, to church on Easter Sunday
we wore new hats of straw.
They were so wide
there wasn't room for us all.


I'm sure it looked strange
when we went single file
--five young Scarletts
walking down the aisle.