Little Edie
Bouvier Beale
I am captivated by your world
Do your dreams ooze with romance
Midnight trysts
And sapphire oceans
Would you and Mother Darling
Like afternoon tea
With old records
Blueberry tarts
And cabaret
Let me hear your duet
And see your terrific dances
I hear Andy Warhol wants to photograph you Edie
At The Factory
Wouldn't that be something
He is absolutely darling, adorable
Because Edie
He thinks you are the cat's pyjamas
And your headscarves look absolutely terrific
Honestly they are sensational
My God, it's getting late
Shall we feed the raccoons and cats of Grey Gardens
I know you are mad about animals
Let's sit on the porch
Talk about your new astrology book
I'm sure it is out of this world
I wonder what the best costume for the day would be...
Not sweaters over evening dresses
Honestly Mother!
I feel like red shoes
Watch out East Hampton
Here I come!