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”And I’ve no time to play games,” said Sophie.
“I need inspiration--not a trophy.
I’m a serious thinker, can’t you see?
A college cap is just the thing for me.”

“It might,” said the clerk, “be more effective
If you considered yourself a detective:
Maybe a clue to what you want to find
Is hidden somewhere deeply in your mind.”

“In this hat I look like a magician,
But I can’t conjure an apparition.
I wish I could pull it out of thin air;
Instead I’m standing here pulling my hair!”

“The brain does a lot of work overnight,
Unhindered by your conscious oversight;
It’s a shame,” said he, “you can’t sleep on it.”
“Right,” she replied. “I’ve got to keep on it.”

”I’m running out of thinking caps,” he said.
“They are full of suggestions! But instead
You’ve come up with nothing—not even once.
Has anyone ever called you a dunce?”

“That’s not a smart idea,” said the girl.
“We need to give all of these hats a whirl.
But quickly! I’d rather not be alive
Than be the very last guest to arrive.”

“I was a glad hatter until today;
From happy thoughts I never went astray.
Now my own cheerful hat won’t do the job,”
He cried. “Forgive me if I start to sob.”