Bobbie Jo went to town,
to buy a hat, no hats here
they said to her.
Why me, oh my, what am I
to do said Bobbie Jo to her self,
hat, need a hat,
what am I to do.
Bobbie Jo from store to store,
went she, no hats,
no where any more.
Bobbie Jo always wore hats,
never without them,
hats on her head,
to adore, across the street,
there she spied a hat,
that was sitting on a rack.
Bobbie Jo ran as fast,
as she could, but when she
reached that store,
someone else had her,
hat at last.
Poor Bobbie Jo,
not wanting to go home,
with no hat, so she,
sat down for a while,
to think a spell.
Bobbie Jo thought and thought,
oh Bobbie Jo, tomorrow is,
Tuesday and Beehive,
Department store always
has a hat sale that day.
Bobbie Jo picked her self
up, smiled, not worried
anymore.
She knew tomorrow would,
be a better day.
She then would have a hat,
all of her own
Bobbie Jo would really,
have a hat on her
head once again.
wrote 1-19-07
jim foulk
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bobbie-jo-s-hat/
