The Little Red Hat

A lady in our town
Not really old but seemed so;
She wore this little red hat,
No matter where she went.
It sat perched upon her head
In the most peculiar manner.
This hat was small and red
With a small white veil entwined around the crown.
It's only adornment was a white reose.
The hat was old.
I often wondered where she found it.
It was a familiar sight.
No matter where you would go
You would see her with the little red hat.
She is gone now and, no doubt,
The little red hat went too.

by Mary M. Strumreiter

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