By the side of a murmuring stream an elderly gentleman sat.
    On the top of his head was a wig, and a-top of his wig was his hat.

    The wind it blew high and blew strong, as the elderly gentleman sat;
    And bore from his head in a trice, and plunged in the river his hat.

    The gentleman then took his cane which lay by his side as he sat;
    And he dropped in the river his wig, in attempting to get out his hat.

    His breast it grew cold with despair, and full in his eye madness sat;
    So he flung in the river his cane to swim with his wig, and his hat.

    Cool reflection at last came across while this elderly gentleman sat;
    So he thought he would follow the stream and look for his cane, wig, and hat.

    His head being thicker than common, o'er-balanced the rest of his fat;
    And in plumped this son of a woman to follow his wig, cane, and hat.

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