You said my hat was snazzy
and wonderfully fun, one day
you came to see me and took my black hat
out to play ...

With in the distance of paradise
by the light that lines my vision
I saw you skipping down the path
you had my black hat in hand ...

Hurrying down the road
rising my voice just a touch
'stop my friend,' i yell
'what about my hat' ...

You played and felt my loving hat
calling me teling me you wish I was in it
like the dawns of moonlight
You stood my hat in hand
I really like my hat ..

Debbie Brooks 2014