I had a hat.. a travelling hat Hilda was its name
Put it on one fine day to get up on that plane
You see this hat I thought would be a blessing in disguise
And steer me in the right direction as I flew across those miles

Little was I to know that Hilda had her ways
And down the road my long long road she'd be my demise
She left me feeling tired.. confused..dis-orientated
Not able to remember my own name left me quiet frustrated

I struggled with this journey but got there in the end
And looking back only to discover that Hilda was not my friend
Two months it took to recover from Hilda's little plot
Next time I fly...will I take her with me??
Oh....... I really do hope.....not