In this world it's normal to wear weird hats.
They come in all shapes and sizes,
tall, wide, with dragon tails or jaws.
See, that girl over there has a candy-striped witch's titfer,
“sitting on her head like a paraffin stove”.
They are all quite ridiculous.
But they wear them with such self-assurance, such confidence,
as if it were the most natural thing in the world
to walk around looking like
an escapee from a book by Dr Seuss.
I like weird hats, myself.
I've got quite a few.
But I wish I could wear them like that,
instead of trying to make some kind of a statement.
I went out this afternoon
without my Panama.
I burnt my head.
August 10, 2001, Cropredy
