A concept people know,
but know not where from
something that can get along
in any sort of setting

The young woman goes on a first date
Nervous beyond belief
She scours her wardrobe for something, anything
That little black dress stares her in the face

A performer ready for a debut
In an orchestral pit that many won’t see
In the midst of excitement, still needs something to wear
and that black dress fits the bill exactly

The mourning lady dressing for a funeral
there’s nothing to be looked for
The dress code is clear, often unspoken,
she grabs that dress to absorb the tears

They say that constance brings us comfort
perhaps that’s why we see
many unique forms of the same plain garment
That little black dress worn by you and me