There are two men at our window
They are rendering the wall
One of them has lost his hat
It just blew off in a squall
It's landed in a distant garden
To all intents it is forlorn
The cat eyes it suspiciously
Sitting cross-legged on a lawn
Curly kale is green with envy
Tomatoe's blushing red instead
In shame of a hat that is so naked
Devoid of a human head
Favourite hat come back to me
My pate is suffering from cold
I'm so dizzy without you
I'm so dizzy...vertigo!