| My sister bought a summer hat,
The rim was three feet wide, It had a doodad on in front And feathers at the side; She wore the hat to Sunday School, She wore it to the show And everywhere that sister went, The hat was sure to go. The plumage of the rooster, The blue jay and the crow Is gaudy and is glossy And makes a heap of show; The trappings of the ancient knight Were made of burnished brass And the way they used to glitter There was nothing could surpass; But there's naught in art or nature That was ever seen before That can start to hold a candle To the hat that sister wore. When she wore it out in public, Folks were filled with wild dismay For they couldn't see a box car If that hat was in the way; At church no one would sit behind The pew where sister sat For they could not see the preacher Because of sister's hat; And many of the brethren Who were slightly under-size Lost all the claim they ever had To mansions in the skies, And each was represented Only by a vacant chair, For they would not go to meeting If sister's hat was there. Now sister had a sweetheart, As sisters sometimes do, But the wide expansive headgear Broke the love affair in two; For when they went out strolling To hold communion sweet My sister walked upon the walk, Her fellow in the street. But sister does not worry, Though all our folks are sad; She does not seem to give a care That every one is mad. Perhaps she thinks it matters not If people frown or smile Or what they say about her hat So long as it's in style. |
Verdigris Valley Verse
Albert Stroud
(Coffeyville, Kansas: The Journal Press. 1917)
Pages 70-71
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