A Fez

All he says he really wants

Of any worldly ambitions is

A tiki red

With golden tassel

Fez one could be buried in

A purple fez like a mountain flower

And the blue for when he's blue

Green he says is for collection day

Which isn't true

But all he said he really wanted

Was — in fact his wishes were few

Just the red

With golden tassel

That is all I'd ask of you

Wear an orange for Tibet

And a yellow fez in June

Checkered fez for any time

We sing a checkered tune

All he said he really wanted

Fez, the city in Morocco?

Let's be free this afternoon

Bury Father in his fez

Where mountain flowers bloom