Playing a trick,
On a good friend,
Can never signify,
The relationship end.

A funny little gag,
The ol' switcharoo,
Left us waiting, watching,
Nothing else to do.

A little misplacement,
For our own laughter,
Waiting in anticipation,
With what might happen after.

A bad detective he'd be,
Seemingly blind,
Our friend struggles,
His hat, he won't find.

A good friend indeed,
But I wonder what'll go down,
With our hats replaced,
Will he laugh or frown?