It`s been on my head to and fro from woe and peace I’ll never cease to know my hat is there to cover bad hair or when will be scared my hat will be there.  I think you`ll find my hats in mind when tumbling through every state of mind if I could draw the line between love and obsession you`d find my favourite possession.  Its green and brown the colours of spring the crown of the hat is a perfect ring and when I’ve grown through good and bad I’ll know I had my good old hat.