On that windy day,
my hat blew away.
I chased that hat,
high and low,
down the road
it did blow.
I was just bending down,
to pick it up.
And another gusty breeze
blew up the hat.
It floated down and on my
head it sat.
It's a funny thing, then I went
and bought a long piece of string.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dave that was funny...hat tied down with a string...now i know how to recognize you in amsterdam...lol...love...nalini