Rebecca Sutcliffe (age 12)
The painted lady dances,
Upon her summer-time stage,
Her dress is white, and orange, and black,
But yet she cannot stay,
When the weather begins to cool,
When the evenings darken,
When the blue cornflower,
When the scarlet poppy,
When the mane of the dandelion,
When the delicate cow parsley,
All begin to fade,
Then the painted lady,
The painted dancing lady,
Upon the curtain will fall.
