Careening through the air: a disk
A floppy round green hat
Forgotten by its owner? Yes
But he went back for that
With rapid turn he reboarded
And called for his headgear
Which he had left upon his seat
Twas thrown to him with cheer
He didn’t catch the thing at all
It flew right by his head
But he just laughed and picked it up
“Sorry ‘bout that” he said
And now the bus will rumble on
Through gloom and misty mire
But he’ll still laugh about today
When hat was made a flyer