I saw this object floating
Moving towards the river side;
Rather peculiar I thought
As it moved against the tide.
As it got a little closer I saw
It was an old style flat cloth cap
And as it got even closer
I could see it attached to this chap.
A stirring in the water
And this head appeared,
Breaking the surface
As this figure neared.
It was walking up the river
And as it neared the bank
I extended one arm
And pulled with a yank.
It stood there dripping water
Then it shook my hand'
Said, I'm from another era
In far future of this land.
I play the banjo badly
And strum as I walk along
I've come to do some busking
And to maybe right some wrongs.
The working man's Super Hero.
I'm the Flat Hat Man,
But I like to be informal.
So folks just call me Stan.
I'll probably see thee later,
Then right before my eyes
He upped fifty feet or so
And hovered in the sky.
That's the last time I saw him
For he streaked off like a rocket
With his trade mark Flat Hat
Stuffed in his jacket pocket,
And drifting on the wind
As I watched him go,
The Saint Louis Blues
From his battered Banjo..
This world is full nutters
I muttered with a sigh'
But where will it end
Now one's learned to fly?
