A couple of distant relatives of mine, Cole and James.
Sky Pieces by Carl Sandburg
Proudly the fedoras march on the heads of the somewhat careless men.
Proudly the slouches march on the heads of the still more careless men.
Proudly the panamas perch on the noggins of dapper debonair men.
Comically somber the derbies gloom on the earnest solemn noodles.
And the sombrero, most proud, most careless, most dapper and debonair of all, somberly the sombrero marches on the heads of important men who know what they want.
Hats are sky pieces; hats have a destiny; wish your hat slowly; your hat is you.
So Far From Heaven 
Have to wonder if you wear a sombrero.
Where I come from a 10X Stetson qualifies as a sombrero for folks who aren’t nit-picky. Yeah, I’ve worn one a lot of my life. Gracias, Old Jules