I saw an old man on the beach one day,
As the wind blew his hat away. I saw two little boys as they ran,
And sold it for Pesos to another man. I saw the old man on the beach next day.
He had replaced the hat that the wind had blown away. He said, "I think buzzards fly down and fetch these hats this way."
I saw two little buzzards, eating peanuts in the shade. Waiting for someone's hat
To blow away. Soon the season will be over
And they will be hungry again. And there won't be any hats
For the wind to blow away.