Where’s my hat? Where’s my hat? I need to have my top hat to go out and visit the queen, who is surely expecting my arrival. She is waiting for me, dressed in all her royal finery, as the sun shines brightly over the castle gardens. The knights are jousting in the field. But without my hat I can’t be seen. I need my hat. Does anyone know where I put my hat? Perhaps it’s resting on that mushroom stool in the garden or perhaps the little elves have stolen it—if only someone could help me locate my hat, so I can join the festivities and make a entrance worthy of the queen’s attention.
Oh my, I feel so lost; where, oh where, is my hat? It is deep black with a metal band around the rim that shines brightly in the moonlight, casting a silvery glow. It fits my head just so, snug and comfortable, helping me to keep my thoughts in my head. They mustn’t fall out because there will be nothing left. This precious hat helps me navigate my way through the garden as I unfold the mysterious map. The garden is alive with knights and royalty watching every movement closely, even the rustle of leaves as they move about the grounds. Where, oh where, is my hat!
Enjoy Mad Hatter Day!
Hatters during the 16th to 18th centuries used mercury to shape the hats. The process involved applying mercury to felt, allowing it to mold more easily into the desired shapes. But, the mercury poison caused hatters to go mad. Many hatters became known for their erratic behavior and mental instability, due to the prolonged exposure.
So, the Mad Hatter in Alice in Wonderland may not have been truly mad but most probably been affected by working with mercury to form the hats.
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