Usually she looked all bright and sunshiny, but the dark stones captured something else in her, the shadows flitting across her face and along the curve of her collarbone.
― Katharine McGee, The Thousandth Floor
Gold makes a great and precious ring,
its shiny carats beyond compare;
the gem-crusted band my jeweller brings,
the lustrous metal that I won't share.
Its shiny carats beyond compare,
oh, how it gleams so yellow, bright;
the lustrous metal that I won't share,
it also comes in black and white.
Oh, how it gleams so yellow, bright,
reflecting my great wealth, you see.
It also comes in black and white
and that's why everyone agrees:
reflecting my great wealth, you see
the gem-crusted band my jeweller brings,
and that's why everyone agrees -
gold makes a great and precious ring.
