Yanick’s Best Hat, Part 1

Yanick grabbed his best shovel
He headed out in the storm
wanted to clear a wide path
All bundled up to keep warm

The snow was falling heavy
Blowing this way and that
A strong solid gust came up
And tore off Yanick’s best hat

It went flying into the darkness
Yanick didn’t hesitate one bit
He went running after that hat with abandon
It was the first one he had found that would fit

He ran without even thinking
Out into the deep snow-filled fields
His hat always floating before him
the wind unwilling to yield

What happened next to dear Yanick?
As he ran further out in the snow
Just for some fun on a Tuesday
You will have to read tomorrow to know 😊