Sometimes I do not speak,
at least not as I wish-
those times when I go bleak,
Just know, it is not I but

“It” that wears my cap.

A times, I seem to keep
my fear in ambiguity,
but dig a little deep
and find beneath all appliqué

“It” that wears my cap.

Well yeah, “It” is not bad-
a kind objective lad,
sometimes, he make me glad
though erstwhile, he may be mad

But aye, I feel real grand
to have as my whip hand-

“It” That Wears my Cap.

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