Don your hats, it's time to play.
Today's the day!
Today's the day!
Old Ezme's hunting round today,
Chase her away!
Chase her away!
The red hats guard from such as her,
see them pass in a crimson blur.
Chase her away!
Chase her away!
The white hat has the final say.
Come what may!
Come what may!
The guilty for their crimes must pay,
Lock them away!
Lock them away!
Old Ezme couldn't help but sink,
so let's throw her in the drink!
Into the bay!
Into the bay!
(in a different hand)
But Ezme didn't die that day,
So they say...
So they say...
She pulled out a sieve, and sailed away,
So they say...
So they say...
And white hat tried, but couldn't follow,
her cries rang bitter, wroth, and hollow.
All the sails on the ships were slack,
as she watched old Ezme's shrinking back.
Sailing away...
Sailing away...
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