A cap with a bill, snug and round,
It’s seen on boys all over town.
Through alley, street, and market lane,
It shields from sun, from wind, from rain.
The fabric soft, yet shaped with pride,
It tilts a wink when worn aside.
A thousand stories it could tell,
Of morning papers, late-night bell.
From cobblestone to bustling square,
It rides the breeze and tousles hair.
A humble crown for work and play,
It marks the wearer’s lively day.