A Feller's Hat

It's funny‘ bout a feller's hat —

He can n'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 wo n't often lose;

An’ he can find his rubbers, but

He can n'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 should n'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 n'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.