The Little Finger Speaks Comments

I had two daughters to contend with and they insisted I told them my stories and wo betide me if I got a detail wrong. No, Daddy, Harry wears a red hat, not a blue one! In the end I wrote down the main dewtails. I didn't sing. That's poetic licence. If you'd heard my voice you'd understand! This poem is a translation of a poem I wrote originally in French. I'm afraid I lapse into French now and again. I blame the Camembert! Tom