en.wikipedia.org; public domain; original artist Jean Metzinger

Miss Cordelia Underwood loved hats.
She loved them big and wide, with floppy brim.
She loved them with firm crowns and beaver trim.
She loved straw hats piled high with plastic fruit,
And to the townsfolk, those were just a hoot.

Miss Cordelia Underwood loved hats.
She wore them proudly, something like a crown.
Her favorites had flower gardens hanging round.
The taller, all the better — and as for wide —
In church no one could sit right by her side.

But Miss Cordelia Underwood loved hats.
Each brand new style and fashion caught her eye.
And nothing was too strange for her to try.
So when she saw one with propeller top,
She hurried off to Sue, the milliner’s shop.

Poor Miss Cordelia Underwood loved hats.
And that’s so sad because this story ends
With tears and sorrow for her many friends:
She donned propeller hat one windy day,
And in a heavy gust, was blown away.

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