Dusty old forgotten hat, where is the cowboy on which you sat?
Age old waiting still you lay, yes, you’ve seen your better day.
Still well loved, yet dusty from play, your cowboy asleep, run away
For one breif moment there you drop, until again little cowboy does hop
And rise again to once more jump on stick horse with a happy bump
A yippy ki yay and away he goes, Dusty hat shading his nose
So there you wait, where did he go, the little boy that you did know?
All grown up now, still that hat, he loves and keeps where it is at.