Beautiful Fascinator

I saw you first behind a hedge
You were something fine to see
A lovely top to a lovely Head
Beautiful Fascinator, thee.

Some net, a feather, arcing wide.
Across the wedding spree
Too much for hair, too less for hat
Beautiful Fascinator, see.

I walked round to you
Bold as brass
And asked would you be mine
T’was then I got to see your ass
And that was also fine.

So now you’re mine and I am yours
We’ll marry, you and me
I will wear my fine top hat.
Beautiful Fascinator, thee.

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