There was an old lady who stood rigid and true,
Along came a storm, gusty winds fiercely blew.
Her hat the winds carried aloft in the air,
Shredding it completely, leaving her in despair.
A new hat was purchased to cover her head,
The mill'ners so brave, falling they didn't dread.
Eighty feet above ground, they placed it with care.
The old lady’s head is no longer bare.