Dear Miss Mirabelle,
Could you please give us a break? We try to give in to your every wish: We eat your jam at breakfast with croissants; we drink your juice at any time of the day; we serve your crumble at tea time and your chutney with our meat.
We breathe you eaten fresh; we admire your hue; we dream you, full and fragrant.
Dear Miss Mirabelle and still you push for more. Your tree is still dotted with yellow orange fruit, but what can we do more? Ice cream? Face cream? Can we paint you on our walls?
Dear Miss Mirabelle, we love you. But can you give us a rest and give us a little less of your bounty?