The Saint Pattys Hat
Every year he brings it out,puts it upon his head
This year the hat is gone,his questions I'll dread
Last year when he came home hung it on a chair
I fouind it on the floor, tore up beyond repair
My dog got that hat, so in the garbage can it went
Now he searches for it,many hours has he spent
Have you seen my hat dear?No not since last year
So I told a little lie, at least my dog wont die
His Saint Pattys hat is gone, but my dog will live on
So he bought another one, on top a ball sits there
I hope when he comes home, he hangs it on the chair
carolann crowley rewite 3/24/2012
Copyright © Carol Ann Crowley | Year Posted 2012
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