There came a lady strolling down the lane,
A bowl of cherries settled like a cap,
On asked the reason for their strange domain
She said, if hungry I can eat my hat.

There was a lady walking down the road,
A bowl of cherries perched upon her head,
When asked the reason for this odd chapeau,
It is the story of my life, she said

Polly Fleming Wharram
(Hampton, Middlesex)

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