But when I put my hat on, it makes my poor head swelter.
And when I take it off, you see, my hair goes helter-skelter.
“Don’t forget your hat!” Mom called, as I ran out to play.
(She says the same old silly thing each nippy, wintry day.)
“Oh, Mom, my hat is itchy, and it catches on my ear!
Sometimes it falls below my eyes—it’s much too large, I fear.”
Then Mom said, “Don’t you worry, dear, I have a grand surprise.
Grandma’s sent a brand-new hat, and look, it’s just your size!”
In snowball fights I always lose because my hat’s so bright.
A sitting duck is what I am, a blaze amidst the white.…
