I will put in the hat
The screech of a shooting star on a summer night,

Frost from a cold blooded dragon,
The tip of a tooth touching a tube.

I will put in the hat
a solid rock pounding on the earth,
the zap of a broken wire going through your body,
a sparking flame from a fire breathing dragon.

I will put into the hat
Three mastered forces controlled with power,
The last strike of an ancient staff,
And the first wave of a young ghost.

I will put into the hat
A sixteenth realm and a new crystal,
A Ninja on a dragon,
And a Sensei riding on an air boat.

My hat is fashioned from straw and bamboo and gold,
With weapons in the hat and energy all around,
Its edges are the blades of a sword.

I shall ride in my hat
On the strongest breeze from a old student,
Then land by a dojo,
The colour of an ancient dragon.