The farmer had a hat, an old brown hat. Oh, how her liked that old brown hat
But then the wind came, and blew the hat away. And as fast as the farmer ran, the wind raced even faster. So the farmer went looking. Neither squirrel, nor Mouse, nor Duck, nor any of the other animals has seen the hat--though they had seen some pretty strange things. Would the farmer ever find his favorite hat?
The farmer had a hat, an old brown hat. Oh, how her liked that old brown hat
But then the wind came, and blew the hat away. An...
