let's talk about the top hat
its the height of fashion sense
enhances your aroma
and improves your eloquence
take a tip from ol' abe lincoln
he himself topped six feet four
with a top hat perched upon him
had to dip beneath a door
he was shot by an intruder
abe had stashed his hat away
if he'd kept it on his noggin
he might be alive today
well, i bought the latest model
that they had down at the store
i took off my coonskin chapeau
and a top hat, i now wore
and the passers-by were bug-eyed
my hat gave them quite a shock
for installed into the center
was a working cuckoo clock
they were jealous beyond reason
and they followed me around
for that appointed hour
when the cuckoo bird would sound
now, i'll never be a lincoln
and i'm quite resigned to that
but the great emancipator
had no cuckoo in his hat
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