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.