A man scattered from Basseinaya street

There lived a scattered man
On Basseinaya street.
He sat down on the bed in the morning,
I began to put on a shirt
I put my hands in my sleeves -
It turned out to be pants.
That's how absent-minded
From Basseinaya Street!
He began to put on a coat -
They say to him: not that.
I began to pull on leggings -
They say to him: not yours.
That's how absent-minded
From Basseinaya Street!
Instead of a hat on the go
He put on a frying pan.
Instead of boots, gloves
He pulled it on his heels.
S. Ya. Marshak