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."
I call my old dog, Rufus,
And climb the mountain,
And go down into a little cove,
To visit my friend and neighbor, Mother Snow.