Ode to Hoods
When I wanna feel warm and safe
Sheltered and not some homeless waif
Content in myself and free of care
It’s something with a hood I’ll usually wear
The kinship of hoods is wide and varied
Worn by monks and preachers unmarried
And stoner teens all plagued with red-eye
(Don’t forget Strider, and copious Jedi)
There’s loads of keen and useful goods
But can I just say, I really like hoods!
