On many heads it has sat!
It travels around when it's bored.
On top Wes, you might guess,
But it finds its way to mess.
It's floated and wiggled and soared.
This chapeau wants to go,
Has wild oats it must sow.
But Wes just won't let it be free.
Tehweshat, like a cat,
Is as fickle as all that.
It's wanderlust leads it to flee.