Een klein antiek boekje en wat schelpen is het voor deze Pink Saturday van Beverly .
Sunbeams and Smiles
One winter's day I sat and thought ,
How dancing sunbeams might be caught ,
So that I might have sunny rays ,
To hold in store for cloudy days ,
And while I pondered dismally ,
A little maid climbed on my knee ,
Whose sunny locks and sweet blue eyes ,
seemed to be borrowed from the skies ,
Ah ! then the dark clouds rolled away ,
And my sad heart grew blythe and gay .
For when I saw that maiden fair ,
I knew I had my sunbeam there .