De olda de moon de brighter it shines

Wheeler dealer Della
down by the sea shore
is my friend for ever more.

Selling her big straw hats
out of a grass shack.

Charmed by her character
and funny dialect.

The more of her I inspected
from the words she selected
the more of me I reflected.

One droopy hat to another floppy hat
she positioned on my head,
feeling like a Dr. Seuss copycat.

Poor in dollars, rich in spirit,
jovial and animated in every way.

Dancing to reggae.
Ya' mon, all's well,
under her spell!

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