I think its time I got a new hat
Friends give hints like ‘I’m gonna burn that’
So maybe its time for me to be bold
Marvin the Martian is looking a bit old
But what do I want in its stead
What would look best on my head
A bowler is too formal, not like me
A cap lacks class and looks chavy
A beany just looks like you’re wearing a sock
A pink frilly hat may be a shock
Top hats are classy but expensive to get
And pilots hats haven’t found their place yet
A flat cap is from an old fashion
A beret needs a bit more passion
A hard hat is designed for rubble
A leather cap is just asking for trouble
The Pope's hat’s cool, but where’d you buy those
They come along with the job I suppose
I could always have not hat
But where’s the fun in that
And a hat keeps the sun out your face
You can remove it to be polite
And it’s handy for judging headroom space
Which is useful when you’re my height
So I think I’ll stick to the one I’ve got
A slave to appearance I guess I’m not
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem