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Edgar Guest - A Feller`s Hat
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It`s funny `bout a feller`s hat--
He can`t remember where it`s at,
Or where he took it off, or when,
The time he`s wantin` it again.
He knows just where he leaves his shoes;
His sweater he won`t often lose;
An` he can find his rubbers, but
He can`t tell where his hat is put.

A feller`s hat gets anywhere.
Sometimes he`ll find it in a chair,
Or on the sideboard, or maybe
It`s in the kitchen, just where he
Gave it a toss beside the sink
When he came in to get a drink,
An` then forgot--but anyhow
He never knows where it is now.

A feller`s hat is never where
He thinks it is when he goes there;
It`s never any use to look
For it upon a closet hook,
`Cause it is always in some place
It shouldn`t be, to his disgrace,
An` he will find it, like as not,
Behind some radiator hot.

A feller`s hat can get away
From him most any time of day,
So he can`t ever find it when
He wants it to go out again;
It hides in corners dark an` grim
An` seems to want to bother him;
It disappears from sight somehow--
I wish I knew where mine is now.
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