Hats In The Wind
I saw an old man on the beach one day,
As the wind blew his hat away. I saw two little boys as they ran,
And sold it for Pesos to another man. I saw the old man on the beach next day.
He had replaced the hat that the wind had blown away. He said, "I think buzzards fly down and fetch these hats this way."
The Lady In The White Russian Hat
They skated through Gorkey Park and on to Red Square,
And they passed Pushkin's statue, where poetry once filled the air. She wore a white Russian hat and was dressed warmly,
Like somebody cared, although her clothes had a southern flare. They say she came from far away. Where roses bloom in winter,
And cotton is king and children pull stalks of sweet sugar cane. They skated to Russian music like, "Somewhere My Love,"