Lyric A Kent

The cap sat there whistling in the wind

It sighed when no one claimed it

It drooped and swayed

It felt sick day after items were claimed but no one claimed the hat

So the hat sat and sat

Waiting and waiting whistling to himself sadly

Then Friday came the day the hat had been waiting for

He was taken to the thrift shop

He hopped into the bag and was taken

When he arrived he flew into a bin

He fell to the bottom and other items flew on top of him

Days ran by the items were taken until he was revealed

By then the shop had closed

When it opened the hat was chosen

He was happy for always.