One of a kind, oh yeah.

Iris told Hazel and me that at the school talent show tomorrow she's going to sing a song she composed for the occasion: 

One of a kind, one of a kind, 

I think I'd really like to be 

One of a kind, one of a kind, 

I think I'd really love to be 

One of a kind, one of a kind, 

I think it would be nice to be 

One of a kind, one of a kind ...

Hazel said "Oh, Iris! You are one of a kind; the best kind there is!" 

I hope I'll be able to see it, but I was booked two weeks ago for lunch with my parents and visiting aunt and uncle from England so Mary, Orla, and Ewan will be there to cheer her on even if I come over the dutiful daughter and niece rather than the proud mother, and Hazel promised that she would be there too.