Hat of Pins

Old maid and her pins...
Old maid and her pins...
Day after day...
She wakes admiring her hat of pins...
She gawks and awes...
Her hat of pins...
Her feet so soar...
She walks no more...
She wants so dearly to wear this hat of pins....
And places it like a crown upon her head... So soar...
And bald of hair...

The sun she fears, this hat she loves...

There is no wind, there is no rain...

This hat of pins,
She loves so much...

On her crown
This hat of pins...

On the ground
She spins and spins...

"oh my head!
What shall I do!
The pain I feel
So through and through!"

"what cursed god,
Hates me so,
That I should get
This horrid blow?!"

"why, why, Why! Why meeeee!"

On the ground,
She spins and spins...
On her crown,
This hat of pins...

Why she will not move the hat,
I do not know
That's where she's at.

To be continued...