A Hat for my Head
A hat for my head
is a great thing.
It let's me wear a formal attire
that profoundly sings.
The material I wear; it theme's a song
The song of garnmets that play along
My hat, my suit, my trusty cane
a stick to scuddle in the pouring rain.
I hear the sounds of a ploosh, the drip of water
Coming down the cobble streets that grew hotter
When the sun came melting my flesh.