Ode+to+the+sailor's+hat

White and circular like a baseball, with a shiny black rim, It once was my great-grandfathers, but now he’s dead, how grim. The hat has ropes and a sailor’s patch, Once I wore it and got a great catch. So many memories I want to share, It climbs on my head-a bird perched on top of my hair. One time I wore it and won a pencil, Another time I wore it and ate a pretzel. And since we’ve had such terrific times together, I will love it forever and ever . 
 * Ode to the Sailor’s Hat   **   