My Wig is a Secret Hat


I first put on the secret hat against my will

A thousand people made this secret hat for a pricy bill

The secret hat kept this head warm, but made my eyes swim

And I try to wear the secret hat with pride, but it's not so easy to win

This secret has so much room to fill

You see, my secret hat is on a sloped, bald hill


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